This is a shot of me with the great Jack O Lantern. I was so excited!!!
Two stops and some Japanese food later and I was out. Moral of the story? Mom, take a napping outfit!!
Our first stop was Nanny's house. She had so many goodies for me that it filled up my pumpkin and we had to get a gift bag so that I could carry everything and still have more room for Tricky Treat candy. Nanny had candy, cookies, a sprite, some apples and, best of all, some John Deere Tractor Chewies. If you don't know what these are, I am sorry you don't have someone who loves you lie I do. These are the best fruit chews on the planet. My Granny gets them for me in the cereal aisle and she almost always has a pack in her purse. YUMMY!!Of course I had to sit down with Nanny and show her my whole stash of candy...it was adding up quickly.Next, we were off to G.G.'s neighborhood. They were at a neighbor's house for a party, but the kids were about to head out to Tricky Treat, and they let me tag along.Here I am getting candy from my first true Tricky Treat experience. The people were all dressed up like the Flintstones, and their yard was full of inflatable Halloween things, but nothing scary.This was a blow up cat that made fun sounds when you went through it. Mom asked Aunt Cindy if we could put it up in our garage for me to run through on rainy days. Oh Mom, I don't have that much energy! The cat was seriously fun though and I went through it about 15 times!Finally we ended up at Bubba and Audi's house. Our plan was to hit a few houses near them, but I had more fun seeing everyone who came to their door. Bubba cooked burgers, and in between bites I got to give out candy. It was really fun, but there were a couple of costumes I was not so sure about. Granny made them take their masks off though to show me it was ok. Granny rocks!!At long last, I got a bite of one of my cupcakes from earlier in the day. I don't know why I didn't want to hold it, but eating it this way kept me from getting my hands dirty. They were Yummy!
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