His first year, he was Hershey's Kiss.
Then he was a lion.
Last year, he was a Monkey . . . (literally) . . .
and things didn't go very well.
But my little one is growing up.
And the best part of being a parent is getting to grow up all over again alongside him.
This was his first year trick-or-treating.
He dressed as himself,
and rode a dragon.
He was skeptical at first.
Those who opened their doors to his tiny knocks were met with this face,
and not much else.
It took several houses before he got the lingo down.
But as soon he realized that candy was his reward,
we were off and running.
Magic and wonder and firelit pumpkins and chocolate and doorbells.
Does it get better when you're three years old?
My sugarbean has a sugar stash to last him until the next time around.
(As if candy weren't enough, he felt the need to gnaw on his dragon's horn.)
Hoping you all had an equally wonderful weekend.