Trick or Treat

Last week we took Kate to our church's Trunk-or-Treat activity. It started right about Kate's bedtime, but since I was helping to organize the party Devoted Wife brought her along. Devoted Wife had fired the first shot in the college indoctrination game and had dressed Kate as a University of Utah cheerleader. At first I tried to protest, but given that I hadn't had to struggle with Kate all day and get her into a costume when she was tired and cranky (Kate, that is), I decided to let that one go and just concentrate on making sure that none of the kids ran into the DJ booth. Speaking of the music, did you know that most kids under the age of 18 have never heard "Thriller"? Shocking.

Kate and her hooligan posse

On Friday night we dressed her up in her costume and hit the streets:

Kate obviously didn't know what a cheerleader was, or that she was supporting the dastardly Utes (whose Top 10 football team did win tonight for the tenth time this year, an impressive feat I must admit, which actually kept my Cougars' hopes alive for a share of the conference championship). The only thing that meant anything to Kate was that people were giving away free stuff and she wanted to be involved. Actually, she didn't even take any candy, she just liked walking up to our neighbors' houses, knocking on the doors and getting a lot of attention.

It might have been the first time I saw four adults (Devoted Wife's parents joined us for Halloween night) taking one child trick-or-treating.