My fireman couldn't wait to get out of the house to trick-or-treat. He could not be bothered to wait for us, and ran ahead. "All night!" he informed us, as in: I want to party all night long.
Ben could not figure out what was going on. Sabrina went around to just a few houses in her burger costume, then decided she needed to return home and do homework, leaving me to question why I've raised such a responsible child.
That left Dave, me and Fireman Max roaming around the neighborhood, which I loved. Especially because I could remind Max to grab peanut butter cups for me. Holidays like this also make me appreciate about how far Max has come.
For years, Max was too scared to go to our town's Halloween parade, or even dress up. That was fine with me (although not with everyone). Then he won Cutest Costume for the car wash I made during his car wash phase. Ever since, he's been into Halloween.
Max said "Happy Halloween!" to families we passed. He did a great job of grabbing candy from baskets and dumping it into his bucket (that's me, always looking for OT ops). Max doesn't actually eat candy, but he gets the thrill of grubbing as much as possible. He asked some homeowners if they remembered him as a baby, because he's always curious to know about his history. He asked if we could get the same doorbell a neighbor has that takes a video of whoever rings your bell. He asked if Halloween could be extended for another day.
Somewhere in the midst of the evening, Max decided he was going to say "Happy Holidays!" to people. I translated for the elderly couple sitting on their stoop.
"That works!" the lady said as Max scooped out a bunch of candy.
And it did.