So this was Henry's first year trick-or-treating. He had a vague idea of what he was supposed to do. You wear a costume, say "trick or treat", and people give you candy. But it wasn't until the first "stranger's" house that he really figured it out. Then BAM - it was on! Henry was having an absolute blast. Ben and I left the fun a bit early so I could put him to bed. About 20 minutes later Ryan comes home with Henry on his shoulders. Ryan said he knew it was time to come home when Henry was staggering down the sidewalk saying they need more candy, but he wasn't actually going to people's homes. Henry had turned into a trick-or-treat zombie.
My favorite part of the night came right before bedtime. We counted Henry's loot (52 pieces - not a bad night's work!) and Henry put it all back into his bucket. Then he proceeded to open his closet door, put his candy bucket inside, close the door, turned to us, and told us not to open it. This kid is pretty smart. He must know Ryan and me better than we thought. Well played, Sir Henry, well played.
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