Cock-a-doodle-BOO!

That’s right, for my first Halloween I was not your traditional pea in a pod or monkey or even one of the dozens of poor little pumpkins being pushed up and down our street in strollers all night. I was a rooster. On my own maybe a bit strange, yes. But next to my friend Addison who was dressed as a chick, pretty stinkin’ cute. Though I didn’t quite mind the dressing up I’m still not sure I understand the purpose. I mean all we did was sit in the driveway and hand out candy for a little bit. Hardly an occasion for dressing up in my opinion. But those other kids seemed to be going nuts for whatever it was Mom was putting in their bags. Maybe when I’m big enough to have my own bag it’ll be that exciting to me too.