After much hemming and hawing, we finally decided last night to take Son out trick or treating. It was cold as, well, choose your colorful metaphor, and we didn't know about dragging Son out in it. However, since the wind finally died down, and we have a smallish neighborhood, we decided to go out and brave the elements. The matching outfits on Husband and Son were pretty cute too.
Son, for the most part, wasn't real invested in either direction. He smiled and waved bye-bye, and tried to get into everyone's houses. An open door means that you get to come in, right? He was pretty good overall though. The only downside is that since we all went out, we missed most of the neighborhood kids that would have come to our house. Not intended, but it just happened. Husband insisted that I go with, so I wasn't ablet o stay home and take care of the home fires. My plan for next year is to dress up one of the dogs to come with as well. Black Dog as a devil is pretty darn cute. He just refuses to keep the horn headband on. I'll probably need a year to figure out how to circumvent the paw swipe that he has mastered.
Regardless, I'm happy that we took him out. One of those parent things that I was looking forward to.