As many of you know (as any of you within range of my constant complaints on the subject know), we had a difficult time settling on a costume for Max. I wanted that subtle combination of unique, comfortable, and adorable that is so difficult to come by. In the end, time pressure and Ian's unceasing campaigns won out, and Max became Superman. It is not tremendously unique (I saw at least ten other Supermen while trick-or-treating today), but it seemed relatively comfortable, and it was definitely adorable.
The city of Davis does a special afternoon trick-or-treating, where kids can go to various stores and trick-or-treat. Max and I set out with a giant gang of little girls (we went with some friends who have kids around the same age, all of them female except for Max) and took on the town. Max didn't do much candy collecting, since he can't eat much of it, but he did get a token chocolate bar from his dad, who was among the treat-passer-outers.
Right up until the second I took this picture, Max and Julia were reaching out to each other and smiling. Now Max looks like he is about to barf, and Julia looks half-asleep. It's how any really good date should end.
After we got home, napped, and ate dinner, I did give Max a tiny piece of celebratory Halloween kit-kat bar. He has never been given chocolate before, and was amazed by the deliciousness of it. You can observe his eyes, half-closed with chocolatey bliss.
When the chocolate was all gone, a bereft Max had trouble finding reasons to go on. Then the sugar high hit, and he bounced off the walls for awhile before calling it a night.