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Wm just got back from trick or treating. He is now stuffed with candy and in a somewhat glazed and gleeful haze. He had a GREAT time going from house to house. With one hiccup: there was one house that had gone all out with strobe light, spooky music, the whole nine. Well, when the door opened a a huge dude dressed as a demon emerged, Wm's eyes filled with tears and he yelled, "CAN YOU JUST STOP THAT, PLEASE?!?!" The guy felt horrible and immediately turned off all the effects, but Wm insisted that he wouldn't go to anymore white houses. This didn't stop him from taking candy from the demon before running off. That's m'boy. Our awesome neighbors always make Wm his own giant bag of candy - and this year they included a Lego toy for him to build. He is laying on the floor going at it right now. Wm just looked up at me and goes, "is Steve still outside?" I go, "Uhhh, your dad? Yeah, he's out there." Wm says, "OK," and goes back to building. I guess now that he's survived the Demon House, he feels he is old enough to call us by our given names.
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