Over a month ago, Mr. Husband took Alexis into the Disney Store. Over a month ago, she BEGGED for a Minnie Mouse costume. Over a month ago, he succumbed to the begging from the short person. Ever since then, she has told EVERYBODY that she was going to be Minnie Mouse for Halloween. Every day. Several times a day. "I be Minnie Mouse for Halloween."

Of course, all of that planning and preparation meant NOTHING once October 31st rolled around. It was almost predictable that she would wake up and suddenly decide that what she meant to say was that she wanted to be Snow White for Halloween. Luckily for her, I had bought her a cheap Snow White costume to play dress-up in a while back. It was intended as a form of bribery during my quest to get her to sleep in her own dang bed all night. It worked for three nights, and came in very handy on Halloween night.

You know, the night when the Toddler had a lot of fun sitting in our doorway, trying very hard to protect HER candy. When she realized that yelling, "No, it's mine!" wasn't going to deter me from handing it out to other kids, she stooped low. Very low. She resorted to opening packs of candy as fast as she could then putting them back in the bucket. She now has a lifetime supply of M&Ms open and just waiting for them to drop into her little mouth.

Yeah, I'm jealous I never thought to do it myself. So what?

At least I trick-or-treat.

The child who freaks out if a stranger so much as looks at her, of course, wanted nothing to do with trick-or-treating once she realized it actually required her to walk up to a stranger's door. She made it to three houses before giving up completely for the night.

Her lack of a candy score almost makes me wish I had listened to her when she was yelling, "No, it's mine!"