So we got in some Halloween “practice” the other day, there was a kids walk at a local shopping center so hubby and I took the kiddo, dressed up and all to see about collecting some candy. First thing I noticed was at the second a door opens he thinks he’s invited in and goes ahead, luckily (or unlucky enough) he had a little trouble getting over large thresholds so this will slow him down so Vanity Dad or myself can grab him and keep him from entering houses.
My child doesn’t exactly get the concept of take one, there were people sitting outside shops, all dressed up holding buckets of candy… of course to an 18 month old that means “all of it is mine!” So in his hands went as he kept going back for more to fill his bucket. Of course here I am “only take one” while everyone else is so astounded by his cuteness that they’re telling me “oh its okay, he can take more, he’s so cute!” Yes indeed you get more in life when you’re cute but are we really starting this so damn early? And really people who do you think is going to eat all this candy? Certainly not him, 90% of it is going to be consumed by his parents.
Scary costumes don’t phase him, from The Joker to an amazing wolf costume (which would terrify a regular child) I literally had to DRAG my son away from, he just waved, laughed, and thought The Joker was the coolest guy on the face of the planet, to the point of picking him up and moving him because he was locked in place waving as people were trying to pass us.
My boy got Play-Doh in his bag from one of the shops, just a mini pack… well apparently Play-Doh is a creation from the pits of hell because the blue squishy ball that you can flatten and make into anything is the scariest shit on the face of this earth. Go Figure.
So tonight we shall dress him up in his little lion costume, parade him around the neighbourhood until he meets in inedible meltdown, take him home and finish our night most likely stuffing out faces with Reese.