I'll say this for Henry: the kid knows what he wants.
Finally, we were able to cobble together an ensemble from a cape a friend sent us; a shirt he already owned; pants from another friend; an old mask I had to scrub feathers from and then color with a red Sharpie marker; and horns we bought new but had to color black.
I think the results were pretty good, actually.
Silas wasn't clear on the whole concept of trick-or-treating. The first time a neighbor dropped a candy in his bucket, he said, "Uh-oh!" and took it out.
I had to convince him to leave the candy there.
We walked for blocks and blocks, and Silas kept up just fine. What a trooper.
My not-so-little devil.
My very little bear.
My two sweet boys.