Finally!

Yesterday Nathan and I were practicing Trick or Treat. I’d get him to hold out his little plastic pumpkin and then I’d drop a candy bar into it. He’d take it out, look at it, smile widely, and then hand it back to me. Rinse and repeat. Finally though he decided I wasn’t passing out the goods fast enough. He tossed his pumpkin on the floor and grabbed the bowl full of candy. He then proceeded to hold the bowl up high and dump the contents on the playroom floor. What happened next? Well, let’s just say he is my son; he threw himself down on the floor and rolled around in the chocolate. Finally, proof! After learning he despises cheese of any kind and would prefer a green bean to butter brickle ice cream, we finally have proof he is my own flesh and blood! Huzzah!

The actual Trick or Treating brought in exactly four pieces of candy. Two were given to Kori and I split the other two between Ella and Claire. Nathan was more interested in running down the street with his little puppy dog tail wagging or handing people back the candy they had just given him that there wasn’t really anything to do but exclaim over and over that we have the cutest child ever born. Ever.

And we are off!

I gots a peanut butter cup. I don't know what it is, but I gots it just the same.

I think I might be tired of this Halloween thing, please. Thank you.