“let’s go to that one!” and she runs, her bag already open, as fast as her little legs can carry her and she manages the big steps and almost trips over the little ones and she screams in delight as the next house comes into her field of vision, with its ghosts and frankensteins and halloween elmos, and she knocks on the door, rings the doorbell, extends a careful hand into a bowl of candy, then runs off saying “thank you!” already lost on her way to the next stop on her halloween dash.
(the wife later tells me, after i left, the little one gathered all her little purses, filling each one to the brim with the night’s bounty)