My toddler son is, finally, at the age in which he can participate in that great American tradition of trick-or-treating on Halloween. Whether or not he decides that walking up to neighbor’s houses sounds good to him is another question entirely, but he’s physically capable of doing so. I’m of two minds about this. For starters, I don’t know if trick-or-treating is something I necessarily want to do, but at the same time I’m jonseing for some of that sweet, sweet candy I know my neighbors are bringing in. We’ll probably play it by ear.
In any case, doing the Halloween thing means you also need a costume, and Noah is also finally at the age where he would be willing to wear one. So, my wife, seeking to appeal to my bird tendencies in a rather unexpected way (I’d rather have a couple extra hours on weekends…), got Noah a bird costume. So my son will be taking on the Chapel Hill candy-pushers in his feather finest. He’s totally stoked. He’s been wearing the costume every night for the last three. By Halloween, we’ll be ready to go.
We made the joke that we were bird-watching, and he decided he needed my binoculars.
This was the first time he’d ever had them. I should get a small pair for him. He certainly knows what to do with them. He’s certainly seen me use them enough.
Happy early Halloween, all!