This year, W was an adorable little penguin.
The ladies loved him. Any time we stopped at a house where a woman was handing out candy, we heard some variation of "Awwwww! Look at the penguin! He's so cute!" No complaints about that here. I know my kid's cute (or, he was, until he got the glasses), and I'm glad others notice, too (even if it's just because of the adorable costume).
Here's the whole group of kids from the party. We had a monkey, a bumblebee, my baby penguin, and Spider Man. See how the bumblebee is crying? Want to know why? Because Bumblebee's mom gave him a PB cup to
bribe entice him into sitting still for some pictures. And as soon as it was in Bumblebee's hand, my kid grabbed it and attempted to stuff it in his mouth. Bumblebee promptly started sobbing. Luckily, I rescued the PB cup before it got into W's drooling jaws of death and gave it back to Bumblebee. It didn't matter. The damage had been done. And everyone's pictures came out as some variation of the one you see above. That's my boy!
We took W out trick or treating with the other boys. He didn't entirely get it. He did a good job of trying to swipe extra candy from every bowl extended in his direction. He did not do such a good job of walking on his own or riding in the stroller.
I'll admit, I kinda felt like we were those parents. You know, the ones who take their baby out trick or treating just to get candy for themselves. But we only went so W could spend some more time with the other kids, and it didn't turn out too badly. And at least we weren't a group of three adult (ok, high-school-aged, if I'm being generous and giving them the benefit of the doubt) women, not in costume, carrying pillow cases, one of whom was very obviously pregnant, all of whom were asking for candy, with a token five-ish-year-old little girl.* That made me feel better about
pimping taking my kid out to get candy.
* True story. This group came to my friend's house while I was helping hand out candy after we got back.