Trick or Hop, Hop, Hop

It took one house, just one ring of the bell, one "trick or treat", one reach into an overflowing bowl of candy, one drop of that candy into her open purse, one wave of her hand goodbye, one retreat back down their driveway, and she had it down. She gently patted the cats and dogs that greeted us; she dutifully bobbed her head up and down at each request of "how does the bunny go?". She was polite, obedient, and enthusiastic. She was the model trick-or-treater.

Now I fear our next stroll down the street will be a struggle to unteach all that was learned in that one night. No, we don't ring everyone's doorbell on our walk down the block. No, we don't hold out our purse to passing neighbors and go "yes, yes, yes". No, we really don't need to wear our bunny ears to leave the house. But yes, we can be oh-so-overly friendly as you always are, offering kisses and hugs to friends met minutes before. Turning and backing to make use of empty laps that grace the floor.

Needless to say, Madilyn's first trick or treating experience was well received.