house. she came inside to drink some hot chocolate, get warm, and help me hand out candy to the remaining trick-or-treaters. my oldest stayed out on the hay ride until the end, bringing home a pumpkin filled with candy, toys, and a caramel apple by the time she was done.
my oldest won’t eat half of what she brought home. in fact, the one candy bar she opened last night still sits on the kitchen table unfinished. my three-year-old, on the other hand, keeps asking for another treat from her pumpkin bucket every few minutes, and she’s also talked her older sister into turning over a good portion of her loot. 