Last night was probably my last Halloween spent doing anything other than trick-or-treating for awhile. Next year Baby will be well past 2, and she will undoubtedly demand tromping around begging for the good stuff. After all, her first solid food was actually Peppermint Patty, given to her at four months when we came home from my BFF’s wedding with mini York Peppermint Patties in hand, much to My Better Half™’s dismay startlement. (Yeah, I know, that’s not a word).
At any rate, Baby dressed up in a hand-me-down teddy bear outfit, but only for long enough for us to take this picture.
As you can see, she HATED wearing a costume. So we took it off and she just handed out candy to the 4 or 5 trick or treaters we got in regular clothes. Even though she’s cute in a costume, she’s much cuter when not crying, so no costume it was. And that’s fine with us.
But here’s something to make your trick-or-treating tummyache better. Don’t lie, you know you stole some Tootsie Pops out of that bag!