Tonight was Caroline’s first serious foray into that festive day when, all across America, America’s youth goes door to door, their faces hidden, begging for food. This violates several laws regarding trespassing, vagrancy, mask wearing, and harassment. Indeed, on any other day and practiced by adults, the authorities would be summoned and the perpetrator taken straight away. Amazingly, the police turn a blind eye to it and thus is Halloween and trick-or-treating perpetuated.
Ariel dressed as Dora the Explorer, the animated pint-sized adventurer who’s got my youngest speaking Spanish before she’s got English down. And Caroline, in a home made costume courtesy of mom, was dressed as Dora’s simian companion, Boots…so called because he wears boots (presumably before he adopted the footwear, his name was “Feet.”) Caroline’s patience for running door to door was exhausted after three houses because, once she realized people were giving her stuff, she got so overanxious that she kept sprinting and thus tripping over either her boots or her tail. Fortunately, I’d brought the stroller along, and so her highness rode from one house to the next in a typical “awwww” inspiring outing.
Best moment was when we encountered a six year old girl also dressed as Dora. But she looked at Ariel and Caroline in amazement, as if she’d actually run into the genuine items. Ariel dutifully collected candy for her little sister as well. Once we got home, we sorted judiciously through the candy to see what, if anything, Caroline could eat. Anything that presented a choking hazard was right out, but I figured we could let her have a Kitkat bar. I unwrapped it for her, and she carefully began sucking on it. Her eyes lit up (not literally, but close) and she started “mmm”ing. And then, as she chewed on it, the Kitkat bar split lengthwise into its two pieces. Caroline immediatley let out an alarmed yelp, thinking she’d broken it, and started trying to mush the two pieces back together again. But then she realized she could hold one in each hand and suck on both, and she was happy. Goldfish crackers were also a big hit.
Boy, she’s gonna have a festive diaper by tomorrow morning.
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