Beggar's Night...
Emma had been set on her costume for weeks. Supergirl. The cardboard picture of a little girl modeling the costume was cut out and taped on her wall above her bed as a poster. She was completely autonomously suited up and ready to roll. Elliot on the other hand...
He was supposed to be a pirate. But 20 minutes before it was time to venture out he started complaining that he didn't want to be a pirate. So we rummaged through the dress up clothes. Finally we convinced him to put on this costume. He was a "Bad Guy" and his suit "shot lightning out from the black stripes". That was the feature that convinced him. So we combined power ranger and pirate.
Super Hero photo shoot...
Elliot testing his lightning shooting
Ready to roll! (Wait, can't you fly? You mean I really have to pull you the whole way?)
The kids did great. I was able to wait at the road while they went up the driveway and got their candy all by themselves. At one scary house Elliot was shooting all the scary things by pointing his chest at them and making lightning shooting noises with his mouth.
Of course, it wouldn't be an outing without a classic kid moment. We were down one long street about to make our way back on the next street over (in other words, as far as we could possibly be from home) Elliot subtly lets me know. "I have to pee reeealllly badly!!" Of course. Then Emma said she has to go, too. But it was obvious that Elliot was in a state of emergency. Luckily Dads are super heros in and of themselves. I ran a lot of the way back passing other families and kids on the way. Well, we didn't make it. Luckily Elliot's lightning suit handled the wetness without any short circuiting. After a 10 minute bathroom break, we went back out for another 30 minutes. We ended just before the kids arms fell off dragging around their heavy candy buckets.
Oh, and Elijah? The little cub stayed home with the candy passer-outers. Maybe next year!
P.S. - There's something I discovered about parenting that is completely NOT FAIR. The older your kids get, the longer they last on Trick-Or-Treat night. The longer they last, the more candy they get. Now, everyone knows that Dad gets carte blanche over the candy so I am free to eat what I want. However, the older the kids get, the older I get. The older I get the, the more I realize that eating a bunch of chocolate is a bad idea. Oh well. Can't win 'em all.
It sounds like a "super" night! Bummer about the extra whiz action but it sounds like it wasn't a total bust.