Reid wore her chicken costume to daycare yesterday and came home with the pants still on. I imagine she was pretty toasty but she must not have complained. It was a fight to get her to take the pants off when she got home but her eating skills are such that they had to come off. (Okay, I would have had to take my costume off, too, so she comes my her eating skills honestly ;+)
When it was time for trick or treating, Reid eagerly got her costume on. We lit the candle in her jack o’lantern – Brazilian forest scented from the Shopper’s around the corner from my office. They also had bags of 20 or more tea lights but I wasn’t sure how safe they’d be for a two year old and we really don’t need 20 plus more things to keep track of for a year. (The smell of the pumpkin “cooking” made my mouth water for pumpkin pie, but I digress ;+) Reid spent quite a bit of time staring at her jack o’lantern. Once Daddy was able to man the candy dish, Reid and I headed across the street. We got to the end of one driveway before she balked and halfway up another before she announced, “home” and headed that way.
We sat on the porch and tried to entice kids to walk up our sidewalk. It’s tough when only 2 of the 6 townhouses in our “cluster” had lights on (including us). Many more just stuck to the other side of the street. Reid was calling out, “‘mon kids” (come on) and “‘nother one kid” because she liked seeing the others in costume. The fellow across the street came over to see us. He said, “I saw the chicken from across the street and had to come.” He brought Reid candy, even. Over the course of the evening Ken and he chatted a bit, even introduced themselves (it’s been 5 years afterall :+) and that was nice.
After a while, we went out to see three little kids in a wagon and then she wanted to follow where they’d gone. We went up to a door, got treats, and Reid was hooked! “‘Mon, mama” she said and headed for next house. After a few successful encounters, she finally said “Trick or treat”. She said “bye” every time, sometimes managed “thank you” but smiled enchantingly (or so I think) every time . The neighbours liked “chicken little”, especially since by the time we got out there were lots of bigs kids with questionable, if any costumes, carrying garbage bags.
When we got back home, Reid didn’t even try to eat any of her candy. I whisked her upstairs to make her “Happy Hallowe’en” message and then I put her to bed. Reid’s *Daddy* didn’t forget about the candy, though, and checked out her loot. It seems that our neighbours gave out the same boring stuff we did. Sigh ;+) okay, I confess, I ate two bags of Cheetos because I couldn’t find any at the grocery store.