Trick or Toddle.
This year for Halloween, our daughter was a monkey. It’s her nickname and an obvious costume. The costume was on sale and my wife bought it on an “it’s soo cute” impulse – in August. It was cute, but it’s a shame because there are so many great toddler costume options:
- Evil Leprechaun
- Cereal Mascot Leprechaun
- Stars of TLC’s Little People, Big World
- Ryan Seacrest
- Oompa Loompa
- Bride of Chucky
As long as it’s three apples tall or shorter, it’s perfect for a toddler. Thankfully there are a few more years before she picks out her own probably princess-related costume.
So for this year she was a monkey and she pulled it off and kept trying to pull it off. She didn’t like the costume which was more like a monkey jacket but she didn’t have a choice. As parents we’re allowed to make a monkey out of our daughter, especially on October 31st.
With our reluctant monkey in tow, trick or treating began.
At the first house she stood at the door. My wife and I encouraged her to knock. She stood there perplexed. When our neighbour opened the door and presented a bowl of candy, our daughter still looked perplexed. We filled our daughter’s bag with candy, accepted cute costume compliments, and went to the next house.
We repeated this experience 5 times. Yes, only 5 times.
On Halloween, you’re only supposed to come home when your bag is heavier than one of those giant pumpkins you see in farmer’s almanacs. Or until houses give you all their remaining candy because you’re the last trick or treater. You’re not supposed to go home because you’re having a small tantrum in your monkey costume and it’s past your bedtime.
When we returned home, I had a parental first. Checking my daughter’s candy for dangerous items that only seem to exist on the news and removing all the good candy for myself. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups aren’t Reese’s, they’re actually daddy’s.
In celebration of her first trick or treating experience, we gave our daughter her first piece of candy. An M&M. She chose to play with it rather than eat it. It must have been so shiny and brightly-coloured that she assumed it was a toy.
To complete the Halloween tradition, we let her assess her entire candy score from the night. For five houses, it was surprisingly robust. The now costume-less monkey enjoyed playing with all her candy. Then we noticed she wasn’t just playing with it, she was stashing it in a drawer. We were so proud. In one night she understood what Halloween was all about – hoarding all the candy for yourself.