The LG's first (official, trick-or-treating) Halloween

Hunter ordered me to stop handing out candy to the cute kids in our neighborhood and blog this. Without further adieu:

Superman American Gothic.


I will enjoy this if it's the last thing I do.

Maddie, of course, is a trick-or-treating pro. Check out the amazing vampire makeup, which she did herself, and the awesome use of clothes she already owns, plus an old princess cape! We were so proud of her. She showed Ryan the ropes on the first house, then ran off to plunder the neighborhood before heading to her mom's. Two neighborhoods in one night: My stomach hurts just thinking about it.



We've been talking to Ryan all week about Halloween. We took the kids up the hill to our good friends' house first, so Ryan could get comfortable with the idea of knocking on people's doors and having them "eek" loudly at him.

"Watch Maddie," we told him. "Just do what Maddie does."

(Words we could live to regret if she ever buys him liquor or cigarettes.)



Our sweet friends were giving away full-sized Butterfingers! Ryan Could. Not. Believe. It. His friend, Hailey, wanted to make sure he knew the rules before she gave it to him:


"He can't have this until after dinner," she said.

Ryan came down the steps clutching his Butterfinger. He stopped at the bottom to look back in awe.


And we were over the hump. Come on, parents, let's do this!




We walked the neighborhood as he chattered at me. The words I could understand were "bucket" and "candy" and "thank you" and "Ha-whoa-ween," which I translated roughly:

Mom. MOM. Everywhere we go, they give me candy in my bucket. CANDY. And then I say, "thank you," and they give me MORE candy. Mom. MOM. We have to do this every year!






I know, buddy. It's pretty awesome.