We headed over as a family to Base housing tonight. Normally, I am not a big fan of trick-or-treating. But on a military base, it is a community activity. Everyone is out, talking to each other and enjoying the holiday with each other. Other than a couple of very scary houses, it is good-natured fun.
This year the boys were really old enough to understand that we were going trick-or-treating. Sidge kept saying, all day, "I willy can't wait to go trick-or-treating." They were both so excited to put on their costumes and go get candy.
A few funnies though.
Sidge wanted to be a chef but did not want to wear his chef's hat. I also realized how "different" a chef was when we were out with all the other kids. There were a lot of characters from TV shows I had never heard of. And there's my little sou chef.
And Isaac wanted to wear a Clifford costume, but he did not want to be Clifford. He kept saying, "I'm not Clifford. I'm Isaac. I'm just wearing a Clifford costume."
And Abigail? No costume for this chick. She knows what she wants, and we knew she was fully capable of screaming and protesting the entire night if dressed in attire of which she did not approve. We therefore opted for an orange "Fall" outfit with a black cat on it. She approved. (She also really approved of the lollipop she got to eat in the stroller the whole time.)
After we did our "thing" in the neighborhood, we headed to the gate we thought we were supposed to leave through, and Aunt Connie snapped this picture below:
We were stuck waiting to get out of the gate because this is what was waiting on the other side:
Those are the Portuguese, waiting for their turn to trick-or-treat. From 6:00-7:00, Americans have the streets. But at 7pm, the Portuguese are allowed into Base housing. It is craziness! We then left through the gate only to find it closed on the other side which meant walking clear around to the other side to get out.
Live and learn. Next year, we'll have the system down better. (Just in time to move again.)