On Halloween, the first trick-or-treaters rang the doorbell just as we were finishing up dinner at 6:00. Stephen looked at us from his booster seat, confused about what was going on. By the second trick-or-treat crowd, he’d figured out at least this much: go outside and someone will give you candy. He raced out of the door, costumeless, at the first opportunity, yelling, “Trick or treat outside!” We reigned him back in and got him, excitedly squiggling, into his spiderman costume. I gave him his pumpkin trick or treat bucket and he raced back outside.
We ran from house to house, Stephen chanting “light on, ring door, trick or treat! Run, mommy, run!” He started to peter out at the end of the street, but guarded his candy bucket seriously. When a dog passed, he grabbed his bucket away and said, “No, doggie! Steben’s bucket!” I offered to help carry the bucket since it looked like he was getting tired. “No mommy take it,” Stephen said. “Steben’s bucket.”
When we returned home, we gave spiderman 2 pieces of candy and then sat out on the bench to hand out the rest of the candy. Spiderman gave away some candy, too (not from his bucket, of course!)