The Twinkies

We do not eat straight baking powder.

Last year J didn’t get it. He would take a piece of candy from proffered bowls than nicely give back a piece from his bag. This year he got it. When prompted “What do you say?” at one house he said, “I take two.”

F, meanwhile, has figured out she has candy in her bag and will walk up to me and say, “bag?” in her most beguiling voice.

Carving the pumpkin with Daddy:

Wearing Grandma Chrissy’s silly headband:

Ready to go trick or treating:

(better photos of at least F’s costume here)

There was an old firetruck to climb in at the pumpkin patch which was far more interesting to J than the pumpkins. There were also two small chickens to touch, hay bales taller than J to jump off, cider donuts and two slides.

F can recite the numbers from one to ten. As can J but he is less conventional in his ordering.