Bradley quickly got the idea of trick or treating and soon was asking to go to every house we passed. So much for only going to two or three houses. It turns out when you are cute they give you more candy too. Because we certainly came back with way more candy than houses we visited.
Bradley was Buzz Lightyear with a vest that blinked green and red with LEDs.
Portland was a cow. A Chick-Fil-A cow, specifically.
Ohh my sweet cow, grazing in the grass.
I think the practice at Disney's Halloween party this year really helped Brad grasp the true meaning of Halloween. Because as soon as we got home he dumped out his candy and began chowing down. He was fully aware of the wonderful treats he was collecting at every house and very eager to begin the feast.
I'm allowed to spoil him a little, right? Who ever said candy was bad for kids. Never mind those dentists, they are just money grubbing tooth advocates. Their opinion doesn't count on Halloween.