This year Jack wanted to be a Ninja. Again.
I think it's all about the swords.
It was supposed to rain and we didn't expect to get much trick or treating in. But it didn't. Not even a drop. We met a couple friends (one who was also a ninja) and the boys ran from house to house.
And then I heard crying. Jack never cries. But apparently when you're running in the dark and run into a black mailbox, that will make you cry. And that will be the end of trick or treating.
He had a big lip so we iced it and watched It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and ate candy.
The End