Every year we participate in a trunk or treat. Which is a misnomer to me. I think it should be called trunk and treat. It is not an 'or', it is an 'and'. There is a trunk and there is a treat.
But that is neither here nor there.
We went. It was fun.
Baby didn't want to keep his Jack Skellington hat on...at first.
Our neighbor friend, L, learned the delight of a trunk or treat a few years ago...lots and lots of candy for very little work.
He looks forward to joining us every time. And I don't blame him a bit.
Husband dressed up as an In-n-Out associate. That brought back memories for me. I still have dreams of working the salad bar (where you put the burgers together) and it has been at least fifteen years. He looked very handsome to me.
I love my dress! Don't mind the petticoats though. I couldn't keep it on my waist. Whoops.
A Duck and Charlie Brown
If it looks like a duck...quack, quack.
Can you see Baby wandering around? He kept picking up the pumpkins and chucking them. He is a pumpkin chucker. Has been all month.
Looking dapper...
Eating Dinner
Pizza, Salads, and Fruit
Wrong end, Buddy.
An In-n-Out guy eating pizza...
I swear it's not blood...
Out for his first walk-around trick or treating experience.
Me and A Pumpkin
She also happens to be a pumpkin chucker.
Which seems strange for a pumpkin to be...
Baby finally figured out what he was collecting all night. You mean, this is candy I get to eat?!
A friend took a picture of my dress all spread out. So pretty...
And a shot of baby eating another candy...
Yep. I think he definitely figured it out.
No comments:
Post a Comment