His little baby voice sounded so cute when he said “trick or treat”. He did not like the fog machine that my middle son just had to run. His first experience with trick or treating was filled with so many new experiences, it was really fun to watch. He wasn’t quite sure of seeing the big kids with their costumes…but, thankfully, he didn’t see one that was too scary. He loved ringing the neighbors doorbell, he loved being able to choose his own candy and he would wave his chubby little hand to everyone when we said, “thank you”. But, I have to say, the night did not end well…after big brothers came home and tickled R at bedtime….he asked for some water, drank quite a bit, and then proceeded to throw up all over the carpet….no warning…just a big mess for me to clean up while Daddy put him in the bath tub. This morning, he ate a good breakfast of oatmeal and is back to his happy little self.