This consisted of Sophie clinging fervently to us and attempting to burrow her head into our armpits while we knocked on about five doors.
Her mother tried valiantly to break her of her habit of appending "smell my feet" to the end of "trick or treat". We think she picked it up from a book. She's pretty sure it's indispensable.
Our next door neighbors gave her some M&Ms. The French family upstairs gave her some Sweet Tarts and wished her a good evening. The woman in the other apartment upstairs didn't answer her door (but we could see her through the window). The Middle Eastern woman on the third floor looked embarrassed. "Oh!" she said. "I guess it is a trick!" The Korean family gave her a lollipop and encouraged her to take more.
"What do you say?" we asked her when the door opened.
"drik-dreat" said a muffled little voice.
"What do you say?" we asked her when she'd gotten her loot.
"smell-feet"
"Maybe this is the last door" we told the back of Sophie's head (her face being firmly planted in my shoulder).
As we walked further from the scary doors, Sophie became increasingly vocal.
"My have lollipop, Daddy! My like lollipop!"
Her also like M&M's. Her have a bit of a sugar rush.
(She greeted me with great enthusiasm after my candy run to the store: "My Daddy bring more candy?!!!!!!")
