Trick or Treat!

Jett kept watching out the window waiting for Dad to get home so that we could go trick or treating! He could not wait. Sawyer was the farmer, with no hat, because he would not keep it on. Jett was the chicken, and he would bagaeck like a chicken.

He would ring the door bell, say trick or treat, walk right in, take some candy, and sit right down. He made himself right at home! I think he did that because the first houses we went to were family, so we would go in and sit to chat a bit.

Look at all that Loot!

Now everyday since Halloween he asks if we can go trick or treating!
Sorry buddy, not until next year.