Since we’d be at Disney on Halloween, we decided to venture out a few days early to what’s known as Dorm Trick-or-Treat. If I had known about this in my youth, I would have been there every year, since the candy to effort ratio is outstanding.
Essentially, sweet, young college freshman sit in the doorway of their dorm rooms and the kids yell “Trick-or-treat!” and receive candy. They then move about four feet to the next doorway and repeat the process all over again. In the span of half an hour, our buckets were full and Tom and I decided much more would completely undo three and a half years of conscientious organic food shopping. So we had to go home.
Neko was beyond excited to be Cinderella, and refused to wear a coat even though it was freezing. I can’t say I blame her, as I refused to wear a sweater on my wedding day, even though it was way too cold for spaghetti straps. Somewhere on the X chromosome is the gene for the defiant, “I have have one day to wear this dress, and YOU WILL SEE IT, weather be damned.”
Shep was Buzz Lightyear (at Neko’s insistence, back when she was going to be Woody). He was less than thrilled about his costume, but lordy, he was cute. The pictures really don’t do it justice. I thought it was just parental bias, but I’ve seriously never seen so many 18-year-olds whip out their camera phones to document a two and a half foot tall space ranger.