Grace went Trick or Treating at her school, well before noon.
She loved it.
Walking from one office to the next, she asked for treats and held her bag open. She'd been looking forward to Trick or Treating for a couple of weeks, ever since we got her costume.
When I picked her up at the end of the day, she told me all about Trick or Treating. To say she was thrilled would be an incredible understatement.
That same night, our neighborhood had Trick or Treating and some local stores were hosting a public Halloween party.
We decided to do both.
At the party, Grace bowled with corn cob pins, painted a pumpkin, and rode in a horse-drawn wagon.
She had her face painted.
There was some spooky music, but the tenor of the party was fun and playful.
We left the party and visited my mom and sister at knitting class. They had treats for Grace, and she practiced her Trick or Treat request.
We left knitting class, and went to see my dad, who also had treats for Gracie.
Remembering how much fun she'd had earlier in the day, Grace asked us to take her Trick or Treating.
She was too scared to Trick or Treat.
But she really wanted to go. At every house, Grace asked her daddy to take her up to the door. Half way up, she'd get scared, he'd have to pick her up, and he'd carry her to the house and knock on the door. Or he'd carry her back to the street where she'd grab my neck.
We visited five or six houses (all people we knew), but Grace was just too scared. We ended up going home early.
That is not to say that we went home empty handed.
This is just some of Grace's loot.
She came down with the flu two days later.
At least it wasn't two days before – like last year.
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