Elizabeth went as Ladybug Girl and corrected everyone who told her that she was a cute little ladybug. “No! I’m LULU!”
She had a great time trick or treating. This was her fourth Halloween, her third time trick-or-treating, the second time she said “trick-or-treat” and “thank you” and the first time you could actually hear her say those things. (Previous years, she was too shy.)
Ryan, I mean Bumblebee Boy, came trick-or-treating too. He didn’t really participate much.
Elizabeth’s trick-or-treat treat that stood out was a…wait, what do you call these things? A noisemaker? A party blower? I have no idea. Well, she loved it. After we got home, she would answer the door, hand out the candy, and then, as they were walking away, she’d shout “wait!” and when they turned around, blow this thing in their direction. I laughed a lot.
I turned off our lights after nine, when the appropriately aged trick-or-treaters ought to have been home in bed. The last set was two teenaged girls. Elizabeth opened the door, looked them up and down, and said “are you kids or mommys?” And that is the sign that you are too old to trick-or-treat.