Halloween- The Compulsory Narrative

For some reason my wife insists on pointing out when I guest-write, so I guess I should note that this is an "Adam Blog:"

For the big spooky day, Granna and Papa came to visit (as well as Aunt Lauren and Uncle Jared who came up the night before) and spent some quality time with the two little dudes. Much fun was had and laughs were shared, a masterful dino-pumpkin was even carved, but John Dickson was ready to get to his bidness.

What is his bidness you ask? His bidness is candy. The church we go to here in Piedmont was having a huge Trunk or Treat event that me and the little man decided to hit up. The church grounds were replete with bouncy houses, fire trucks, face painting, hayrides, and the big money item....candy. After (literally) a 45 minute line we entered the car "neighborhood" where Spidey hit up every person for a treat. We got about halfway through when he noticed the taktors pulling the hay rides, and from that point on we were Taktor or Bust. We abandoned our quest to fill the plastic pumpkin (much to my dismay) and got onto the hayride. John Dickson loved it and got really excited to tell me what color the tractor was. A lot.

After debarking the tractor we stumbled upon the magical world of face painting. John Dickson had not yet discovered the joys of the facial arts, but it is not something he will soon forget. He got his very own spider (what else would a Spider Man get?) and, to be truthful, had no idea what was going on until I took him home and showed it to him in the mirror. After that though, he was entranced. He probably stood on the bathroom counter for about 10 minutes studying his awesome new face. Needless to say, we were less than thrilled when it came off in the bath.

The final event of Trunk or Treat were the two massive fire trucks. John Dickson is a fire truck fiend and was over the moon sitting in the seats and playing with the hats. We obviously had to get on both because fire trucks vary quite greatly from one to the next. Or so John Dickson would have me believe.

As a final note, it's entirely possibly I am now addicted to candy.