If the day after Christmas is Boxing Day, maybe the day after Halloween should be called "Sugar Rush Hangover Day". Emma had a blast doing Trick-or-Treat. We went to several houses of our friends and neighbors and she would yell "Trick-or-Treat!" several times before the door even opened. She would always say "Thank you!" very loudly before turning around to trek to the next door for more candy. At one point she was practically dragging Mommy to hurry up to the next house. Her excitement grew more and more with each door, eventually culminating with an impromptu, energetic "I'm So Happy" dance at one elderly lady's door.
Our little witch only got scared a few times, once at a haunted house, another at a spooky graveyard with skeleton sentinel, and finally with another trick-or-treater dressed as a spooky old man. She didn't cry, she just froze and wouldn't budge.
The only one who wanted to prematurely end the night of candy was Bryce Harley. He wanted to go home, but Emma was saying "More trick-or-treat!" So Mommy took Emma around our complex while Daddy took Bryce home to fall asleep in his pumpkin outfit.
Even Caesar got into the spirit, even though a more appropriate costume for him would be a maniac, monster, jungle cat.
