Happy 'go-knock-on-people's-door-and-get-candy-from-them' -day! (For a 2-year-old who speaks in full sentences but can't say an "L" that is a lot easier to say than "Halloween" ... "Hawoween"... yeah...). ANYWAY, whatever you want to call today, it was fun. Holden and I got to dress up, and then we walked around our neighborhood to go trick or treating with our Moms! (The Dad's stayed at our house to give out candy). As it turned out, the "trick" was in getting me to say "trick or treat" instead of "please may I have some candy?" every time someone answered the door. And the "treat" was how politely Holden and I said "thank you" every single time! Oh yeah, and our CUTENESS was a treat, too. Holden was Tigger, and I was a Cowboy!
To help get us in the mood, my Dad let us ride around on his back for a little bit before dinner. Yeee-haw! That was FUN! (Well, at least for us, who represented 74lbs of boy).
FASTER, horsey, FASTER! Awwww, great. We got the slow horse, and no spurs. (NOT that we're complaining! We had a LOT of fun, and it was VERY nice of Dad to let us ride on his back!). But seriously guys, let's get some gallopping in here. G-A-L-L-O-P. Not mosy. Key is *fast* here. Humpf.
WAKE UP, horsey! *pull* get uuuhuuup! *grunt* ...well, so much for that.
Ok. Time to put on the costume. I am feeling very 'in character.' Do you see my manly beard and bushy eyebrows? Yes, that's my Dad's gun holster that is swinging around my knees in a very manly fashion. I am a manly manly Cowboy! Although a few people thought I was Indiana Jones. Considering that my idea of both is pretty vague, either will do.
Uhm, what do you mean, I can't bring this amazingly high-tech laser gun (also known as a nerf gun with a red flashlight attached)? How do you expect me to rescue lovely maidens from evil bandits? I have some law and order to keep here! Or at the very least some bears to scare away from the cattle herd!
Ok, in 16 years (or maybe earlier) we're going to both hate this picture. But don't you think we are just the 2 cutest little, errr, BIG trick or treaters?
Ok, one final "cheese!" for the camera, now let's go!
To help get us in the mood, my Dad let us ride around on his back for a little bit before dinner. Yeee-haw! That was FUN! (Well, at least for us, who represented 74lbs of boy).
FASTER, horsey, FASTER! Awwww, great. We got the slow horse, and no spurs. (NOT that we're complaining! We had a LOT of fun, and it was VERY nice of Dad to let us ride on his back!). But seriously guys, let's get some gallopping in here. G-A-L-L-O-P. Not mosy. Key is *fast* here. Humpf.
WAKE UP, horsey! *pull* get uuuhuuup! *grunt* ...well, so much for that.
Ok. Time to put on the costume. I am feeling very 'in character.' Do you see my manly beard and bushy eyebrows? Yes, that's my Dad's gun holster that is swinging around my knees in a very manly fashion. I am a manly manly Cowboy! Although a few people thought I was Indiana Jones. Considering that my idea of both is pretty vague, either will do.
Uhm, what do you mean, I can't bring this amazingly high-tech laser gun (also known as a nerf gun with a red flashlight attached)? How do you expect me to rescue lovely maidens from evil bandits? I have some law and order to keep here! Or at the very least some bears to scare away from the cattle herd!
Ok, in 16 years (or maybe earlier) we're going to both hate this picture. But don't you think we are just the 2 cutest little, errr, BIG trick or treaters?
Ok, one final "cheese!" for the camera, now let's go!
1 comment:
Ich habe ja gestern einige kleine verkleidete Kids gesehen, aber die beiden sind die süßesten! Mark sieht richtig gut aus mit seinem Cowboy Kostüm....
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