This was the first year that Hudson really grasped the goodness that is Halloween.
He wore his fuzzy "hoot owl" suit, grabbed his pumpkin bucket,
and started off down the street at dusk.
He was "soo as-sited!"
(which translates to: soo excited!)
I was so proud of my big boy as he walked down the street,
looking for each house that had a "punkin" lit up on the porch.
He would ring the doorbell and sweetly say "TRICK or TREAT?"
And as we moved from house to house he sang a little made-up tune to himself,
"ghosts love halloween! hey hey hey hey HEY!"
After about eight houses he decided his pumpkin bucket was too heavy,
and he was ready to go home and have dinner,
so he loaded up in his wagon and called it a night.
He got so much candy.
We all smiled alot.
It was a really SWEET night.
p.s. I'm Punky Brewster!! Anybody remember her? She was my favorite. I know there has to be some '80's kids out there somewhere, right? Punky POWER!!