Trick or treat?
2009 was Aria's first year going door to door with her own little bucket, dressed in her own little costume.
Her daycare had sponsored a Halloween party, to which parents had donated veggies, fruits (our contributions,) cupcakes, cookies, juice boxes and goodie bags...essentially, a cornucopia of cavities. Apparently, my precious little munchkin discovered what was inside those bright wrappers at that time, and helped herself to nearly all of it before I picked her up.
For the first time, she walked fearlessly up the sidewalks of strangers and knocked on their doors. For the first time, she made eye contact with a lot of people she did not know voluntarily. She charmed everyone she met even as her mortified mother trailed after.
A typical exchange: walk with ever decreasing trepidation up to the porch, say "tick-o-teat pease", be given candy and lots of personal appearance praise, and immediately turn in the midst of it and say "tank-you-okay-yet's-go" as she scooted down the stairs and trippingly caught my hand to go to the next house.
The following day, she paused in front of many of the houses we'd visited the night before and you could see the little wheels spinning...'should I? I don't see anyone else and I don't have a costume, but on the other hand, they GAVE me CANDY!'
I found this half-finished post only now, in 2012, and am wrapping it up and posting it now. Sorry for the delay; it would've been a lot funnier had I finished it when inspiration struck back in the day.
Her daycare had sponsored a Halloween party, to which parents had donated veggies, fruits (our contributions,) cupcakes, cookies, juice boxes and goodie bags...essentially, a cornucopia of cavities. Apparently, my precious little munchkin discovered what was inside those bright wrappers at that time, and helped herself to nearly all of it before I picked her up.
For the first time, she walked fearlessly up the sidewalks of strangers and knocked on their doors. For the first time, she made eye contact with a lot of people she did not know voluntarily. She charmed everyone she met even as her mortified mother trailed after.
A typical exchange: walk with ever decreasing trepidation up to the porch, say "tick-o-teat pease", be given candy and lots of personal appearance praise, and immediately turn in the midst of it and say "tank-you-okay-yet's-go" as she scooted down the stairs and trippingly caught my hand to go to the next house.
The following day, she paused in front of many of the houses we'd visited the night before and you could see the little wheels spinning...'should I? I don't see anyone else and I don't have a costume, but on the other hand, they GAVE me CANDY!'
I found this half-finished post only now, in 2012, and am wrapping it up and posting it now. Sorry for the delay; it would've been a lot funnier had I finished it when inspiration struck back in the day.
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