Hallowon't

So, that happened. Let's just say that The Boy's First Trick or Treating didn't go quite as well as planned. We got all dressed up. We were so excited. We jumped up and down. We practiced our pirate "aaaarrrgh!" We grabbed out ghost bag to collect our treats. And then we headed out with all the best intentions. We walked down the street and at the first house that with the light on, I asked The Boy if he wanted to Trick or Treat. Well, you'd thought that I asked him to run into a grizzly bear pit with a steak hanging from his neck. He started to panic and yell, "Nooooo! Nooooo!" The friendly homeowner brought us The Boy's entire Halloween haul, a single fun size Coffee Crisp. I tried to get The Boy to go to another house, but nothing doing. He was even a little hesitant to go to his own house. After he got home, he had half of his fun size Coffee Crisp. While I was putting him to bed, we got all kinds of visitors, more than we ever got in California. I was kinda bummed, because I do like seeing kids in costumes and all that. But I even missed out on that. Sigh.