A Picture-Perfect Trick or Treat
We got off to a rough start. Too much excitement. How can one toddler be expected to sit still in a bee costume on a lovely fall day in a yard littered with toys and uncle and auntie and Bubbe and nice, crunchy leaves?
Cousin Arlo, on the other hand, posed happily on the lawn like a very well mannered shark. Candygram.
We managed to get one passable shot of them together. For posterity.
Finally, Roy gave in and rode in the wagon. When the sun began to set, we said goodnight to Arlo and family, then visited the houses of our most familiar neighbors, as well as those with the best “spooky stuff.” Roy happily trudged up to each door with his big pumpkin and said, “Trick or Treat,” on cue.
Of course we lingered at Neighborhood Grandma Jackie’s place, where there were hay bales surrounding the bonfire (and a special light-up firetruck for the little bee’s pail). Under the sliver of waxing moon, passing pods of costumed kids, we made a slow loop around just one block, arriving home happily pooped, with a pumpkin over half-full of treats. It was a picture-perfect Halloween night.
(My brother B.J. gets photo credit for those middle ones.)
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