We bought some Halloween for any potential trick or treaters. Of course I had to eat some. There is no eating chocolate in front of Henry anymore. No way to sneak it. For months he’s been able to identify the package from a distance. Now it goes deeper. He just knows when I am sneaking it.
Driving Daddy’s truck waiting for Daddy to get home so we could go get the candy.
View this morning from our door.
Our dining room.