My oldest son has advised me that he's going trick-or-treating with his buddies tonight. He'd prefer I didn't tag along.
My youngest son has a costume, but has no idea what's going on. He's still a couple of Halloweens away from going door-to-door.
Luckily for me, my daughter has asked me to go out with her and her friends. Once again I'll be donning my old goalie mask and sneaking mini Coffee Crisp bars from her trick-or-treat sack. I can't wait.
My hope is that she'll let me tag along one more year before handing the baton to her little brother. I absolutely love it.
