In what wreaks of Slacker Mom Syndrome, I sent Wog trick-or-treating in his pajamas. But he didn’t seem to mind nearly as much as I did. This year was his first trick-or-treat outing (as in walking around the neighborhood and begging complete strangers for candy). He had so much fun! With little rehearsal at all, he was able to exclaim “Trick-or-Treat!” or “Thank you!” at the appropriate times and with little prompting. Of course, there was that one older gentleman’s home where Wog got a little confused and said “Thank you” when the man opened the door and “Trick-or-Treat” once he’d given him the candy. But all in all it was a wonderful time. Until Saturday, that is, when all day long he whined to go trick-or-treating again.

And I do have a small confession. We totally crashed a neighborhood to trick-or-treat. But it was my parents’ neighborhood. We sensed that the candy would be better there, plus we had someone to watch the Bug so that HH and I could both accompany Woggie on his first T.o.T. (can I coin that abbreviation? I am so tired of typing those words… I think I’ve used them a bazillion times already).

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