Our little Mickey was ah-dooooor-able come the eve of October thirty one. See for yourself:
His pre-costume. It glows in the dark!
Talk about freaky when you wake him up from a nap
in his dark room...
in his dark room...
A quick stop at a cider mill.
"Pun-kin, Momma! Pun-kin!"
Suit up, Mickey!
Minnie ♥s her Mickey.
Minnie, Mickey and Pluto.
Yes, we're that family.
Yes, we're that family.
His first official trick-or-treat at Aunt Jane's house.
"Well, well, well...what do we have here?"
And yes, his pumpkin even had ears.
My mom found it in Connecticut!
And yes, his pumpkin even had ears.
My mom found it in Connecticut!
"Thanks for the loot, Aunt Jane, but I've got more candy to get!"
He was truly a man on a mission the entire night. He didn't start to get the "concept" of trick or treating until we had about 3 houses to go, then he would charge straight up to the door and scream "tweeeeeeeeet" until the homeowners had no choice but to hand over their sweet "tweets" to my little Mickey.
Sadly, there wasn't a single Butterfinger in his bucket for me to steal. Tragic.
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