Adelaide is old enough to remember past Halloweens, but Atticus clearly had no idea what I was talking about when, a few weeks ago, I asked what he wanted to dress up as. As a result, he decided he wanted to be Spiderman mid-afternoon on Halloween, after seeing other boys dressed up in Adelaide's elementary school Halloween parade. Needless to say, by then it was too late. He ended up being a clown, simply because that's what Adelaide wanted to be.
Caedmon also had no idea what was going on when I began stuffing him into last year's almost-too-small chick costume. Still, he swung his little pumpkin bucket happily enough as he followed his two older siblings to the first house we visited, then stood silently as our neighbor put candy in his pumpkin. After some prompting, he managed a whispered, "Day-dew." (Thank you.)
By the time we had walked from the first house to the second, however, he had obviously had time to process exactly what this night was all about. People were giving him candy. And he was going to get to eat it. Whoa.
As a result, when the next person opened their front door holding a big bowl of candy, Caedmon started crowding the doorway, and rather than the polite "Trick or Treat," Atticus and Adelaide were chorusing, his demand was,
"PUT CANDY IN MAH BUCKET!"
Fortunately, this neighbor of ours decided to find an avaricious chick about to trample him cute rather than rude, chuckled good-naturedly, then gave him a Snickers.
We had a talk with him once he returned to the wagon, and from that point on he managed to keep his greed in check and kept his salutations to "Trick or Treat!" and "Day-dew!"
You'll notice that Atticus and Adelaide don't really have costumes; their entire look centers on my shoddy face-painting skills. Except it's not even face paint, it's Halloween make-up I bought three years ago and is finally starting to get a little crumbly. There's probably oodles of bacteria growing on it while it sits in a dark cabinet the rest of the year, and this may have been the last year I could pass it off as a reasonable costume effort. Especially now that Atticus has seen what other kids with loving moms do for them on Halloween.
Not that I don't love my kids. I do.
Just not enough to actually buy them Halloween costumes, evidently.