A Daddy's gotta do...we have a soaker stalled over the Queen City so our small town (SE Indiana) did trick-or-treat last night. We'll hit up another town on Friday night.
Mrs. Snowflake gets competitive (greedy?) as the night goes on and it's usually Papa pulling the girls in a wagon all over town while Mama is on the lookout for "one more house".
"Baby, it's 10 till 7, everyone's done."
"But I see a light down that road. C'mon!"
"You realize we are on the other side of the town, the girls are tired, and the truck is parked 5 miles away."
"Fine. You just go then! I'm going to get more candy."
"I'm coming, dear."
Anyone else end up pulling 100 pounds of princesses uphill both ways? At least they keep daddy supplied with chocolate.