Trick or Treat!

Being that Nicholas and Charlotte have practically lived in their costumes the last few weeks, it's a bit anti-climatic now that Halloween is actually here. But no matter. We'll recap anyway!


It was super warm (in the 70s) when we started out about 6:00. Tom wore shorts and flip-flops. Charlotte didn't even wear socks or shoes. With Nicholas...he once again insisted on full gear, so we had the return of the sweaty monkey. (That sounds like a really bad B-movie!)


One fun thing about St Louis (maybe it's a Midwest thing?) is that the kids all tell jokes before getting candy at your door. They range from really gross high-school jokes (I shall not list any of those here), to super cute jokes told by toddlers. Last year, Nicholas' joke was:


Why did the moon hide behind the clouds?
-Because it had to twinkle!


This year, we took a joke from his fantastic joke 4th birthday card from Lulu (my grandma):


Why did the football coach run to the bank?
-To get his quarter back! (although he always said "quarters back", which doesn't make quite as much sense...but you get the picture)


Keep in mind that Nicholas does not have ANY pause between the joke and the punchline, and that he laughs at the end each time. It's hilarious.

Charlotte didn't mind hanging with Daddy. I'm sure next year she'll be keeping pace with her brother.

After going to a few friends' houses, we headed home to man the door. In the trick-or-treat arena, our house has a few things going against it: our direct neighbors don't turn their lights on, and the sidewalk doesn't run all the way to our front walkway. You might not think this is a big deal, but when you have a monkey on your front porch desperate to give away candy, it's not so great. In the picture above, he's actually yelling to kids across the street - "Come here for trick-or-treating! We have candy!" It was a little sad. While waiting for trick-or-treaters, a few times I caught him standing over our candy basket, quietly telling his joke, then taking a piece and putting it in his own bucket. At least he was following the trick-or-treat rules...even if it was with our own candy!


Charlotte couldn't have cared less about the trick-or-treaters, because that left more lollipops in our basket for her. She's never seen them before...but she's in love. Not to eat. Just to hold.


I attempted about 25 official Halloween pictures with the kids. Zero success at getting them both looking at me, happy and in focus. This semi-blurry one is the best of the bunch! It will have to do!


Happy Halloween!