Halloween from the perspective of a two-year-old

My two grandsons came to visit grandma and grampy tonight, on Halloween. We waited all week in anticipation of how they would dress. So in walks a little monkey, (good choice mom). He was so cute, tail curled up in back and came with a fake banana sewed to his pocket. The older brother, is clever enough to craft his own costume, and it had glow in the dark features. He came as a red PEZ dispenser. We had two shopping bags full for the tricksters. We were the treaters. Large pops, tootsie rolls, orange pumpkin marshmallows, snack size packages of pretzels and of course, their favorite homemade chocolate-chip cookies. Little monkey and PEZ brother, walked around the familiar rooms, then came the small voice. Instead of saying trick or treat, he said, "Bunny" (his code word for white chocolate). His brother said, "no your not a bunny, your a monkey." He wasted no time in letting me know that he knew just why he'd come. He was here for the "bunny." He knows grandma has some set aside just for him. A word he learned at Easter, when he found all the goodies his mom left on the table. He loves white chocolate chips and often he is rewarded with them for good behavior. Apparently, he associated the white bunny chocolate with anything that is white chocolate--thus bunny. There was no "trick or treat" just bunny. He wanted a bite of everything in the bag, forgetting about the white chocolate. It's got to be tough for parents. They got the rest of the cookies to munch on. The older brother liked his book, which we knew, being a bookworm that likes to read, he would be more inclined to it than candy. I'll be looking forward to the pictures on the internet as his mom is so good about sharing happy times with all our family and friends. That's okay little sweetheart, grandma knows what bunny means...You are a little heart stealer monkey. You and your big brother are so much fun! I wonder how much interest that little money had in his new coloring book?