Halloween Redux

And by "Redux" I mean "Rerun." Literally.

John was Thomas. Again. We asked him if he wanted to be something else, and he said no. We pointed out that all of the other kids in the neighborhood were going as Power Rangers or Superheroes or things of that nature. Nope. Just Thomas. Would he, perhaps, wear the hat this year? Nope.

Well, in the spirit of things, Eric went as Deadbeat Dad for the fourth consecutive year. Joyce went as, well, herself. We roamed the neighborhood with the Gang, consisting of John, Alden, Dodson, Kerik, and Avery, Alden's older brother (we heard Oliver's voice from time to time, but didn't find him, so the gang was 1 short of full). After a slow start, the boys developed a system of terrorizing-er, going door-to-door and obtaining candy.

As the evening progressed, the kids got bolder and bolder and began running directly from house to house, bypassing the formality of using walkways, sidewalks, and driveways. Eric warned John that he should be careful. Immediately after this warning, John tripped down a flight of stairs, spilling candy everywhere. Disaster!

Okay, not a disaster. After a typical 4-year-old crying period (elapsed time: 30 seconds), we gathered up our candy and ran through the flowerbed to the next house. If you are one of our neighbors reading this, we apologize.

In other Burrito news, he's taken a shine to Little Bear, which is a TV show for kids his age. He calls his teddy bear "Little Bear". He wanted to take "Little Bear" to school one day, and Eric explained that this wasn't a good idea since the bear might get lost. John whispered to "Little Bear" and then told me that "Little Bear says he won't get lost."


Oh, and John's grandmother says she's never been mentioned in this blog. So, Susannah Carr of Jupiter, FL is his Mimi and she absolutely adores him. Happy, Mom?