Peter really wanted to go trick or treating. He watched all day in anticipation for when it would get dark. He talked about it all day and discussed what had to happen before he could go trick or treating. We've been practicing knocking and thanking for days.
Six o'clock chimed and he watched in fascination as the first big group of trick or treaters came to our door before he and I entered the fray.
We walked around the neighborhood for 30ish minutes...in the wind and the rain and the sub 40 temps. My legs got soaked and felt like icicles. And during that entire time Peter only approached one house - our own. One lady saw his hesitation and brought her candy bowl down to the sidewalk and still he refused to take a piece. Instead she gave me the Twix bar.
I guess the evening was about the cold, wet journey and not the sweet, chocolatey destination.
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