So, yesterday was our neighborhood's trick-or-treat night. Since this is the first year that Buckey really could understand the concept, I took some time yesterday morning to tell him about it...that he'd get dressed up in his vampire costume, take his pumpkin bucket to our neighbors' houses, knock on the door and yell, "Trick or Treat!" and then people would put candy in his bucket.
For the next seven hours, Kiefer followed me around the house with his empty trick-or-treat bucket, repeating, "I want candy!" *sigh*
I guess this means that it's Ixnay on Ristmas-Chay until the morning of! (For those of you not well-schooled in the fine art of Pig Latin that translates literally to "Nix Christmas," which means I better not tell him about a guy coming down the chimney and leaving trucks and diggers under the tree until Christmas morning.)
Silly kids! Here's our vicious, blood-sucking vampire at his preschool Halloween party:
Here's our wicked witch, who had just been given the go-ahead on trick-or-treating:
Both kids on our front porch at one minute till 6 (the official start of trick-or-treating):