Rusty and I took Cole around my in-law's neighborhood in Enumclaw, while Mason waited with the grandparents eating more than his share of Halloween candy meant for visiting trick-or-treaters. Cole insisted on wearing his rubber boots that day, and I suppose it was fitting to go with his costume, and the soggy weather. It was cute seeing him truck up to houses- real excited initially, but then too scared to say a word. So in talking on his behalf ("trick-or-treat" and "thank you"), Rusty and I feel it's only fair that most of his candy be ours. We did do the work too, right? Whatever we need to say to rationalize snitching a piece or two...
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