Trick or Treat ...

It started of "okay"

This year my son was adamant about going trick or treating as Light Duween (that is Lightening McQueen for the uneducated). My wife wanted him so badly to be a pirate. In hindsight a pirate would have been easier to pull off except for maybe the probable wig he would have had to wear.

We looked all over for a decent Lightening McQueen costume for a two year old and found one that didn't kill the pocket book. It was sort of misshapen (is that a word?) and bulky but he liked it and that is what he wanted to be.

Let the kid be what he wants to be for Halloween and he will have a blast. Right?

Once again in unison "Oh how wrong we are" when we first try something new.

The night started off rainy and cold and only escalated from there.

As we crept out into the street he became terrified of the other kids in their costumes and even more afraid of going up to the neighbors porches for candy. Luckily we have some of the best neighbors in the world who were accomodating to the fickle nature of a two year old out on Halloween. Many of them came to him offering treats.

It took a few minutes for him to warm up (though I was hoping to have a lap around the block completed with a pillowcase of goodies by now) but eventually he came around to the concept of asking people for free candy in the rain.

Although he did warm up to the candy part, the costume aspect wasn't such a big hit. And to the right you can see what quickly became of that whole situation.

Even though the suit talked and looked just like his favorite racing car, the boy just didn't want anything to do with it.

I caved and took his costume off hoping that when his friend came along to go around the block he would want to wear a costume too. Although the arrival of said friend did prompt a certain bravery for knocking on doors and yelling "Dick or Deet", it did not encourage the wearing of costume. So as any good dad would have done I carried the costume in hand while we visited the neighborhood candy givers all the while telling the story of how my child hated his costume.

All in all it was a pretty decent evening, save for the rain. We hauled in a decent amount of candy for a two year old throwing a hissy fit and Ryker enjoyed some time with a friend. As did Dad.

Here's to next year ....



Ryker the "lumber jack" and Spaceman Friend.