Charlie took to Trick or Treating like a duck to water this year. He was a very eager fireman.
Our friends at the first house gave him a bag of M&Ms and he asked us to open it then and there. I don't think he could believe we were going to get even more candy!
Wesley was content in the stroller. Someone gave him a bag of pretzels, which he reduced to bread crumbs in minutes. He was a good little puppy. Except that the second we let him out of the stroller he crawled into one of our friend's houses while Charlie was picking out a piece of candy.
Sibley followed Charlie's lead.
After we got all the candy we could carry, played with all the neighborhood children in Labmama's yard, and watched The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown projected on a friend's garage door, we headed home to hand out candy. Charlie met every kid at the door with a handful of candy and cheerful "Happy Halloween!" Last year he stood on our porch waving a Hershey bar, yelling "COME KIDS! COME KIDS!" and then cried when they "took the candy away from him." Also, he slept in his costume last night.
Here's the trio this year:
and last year:
And if that doesn't make you vaclempt, look at what is waiting for Charlie in the morning, the morning of his THIRD birthday:
He is going to FREAK OUT.