This being said, the boy would not get his hands dirty. I cut off the top to begin digging out the seeds and tried to have him help. He wouldn’t do it. He’d just pull his hand back and squeamishly say yuck. He did however paint a small pumpkin his grandma bought him and he was more than happy to help me once the knife came out to start carving the face on the pumpkin. What makes me a little nervous was how natural he was at wielding the knife.
When it came to the night of Halloween the boy wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen after we put his costume on and headed out into the cool, wet night. He was reluctant at first and was only going along because he had a grip on his mom’s hand.
He wasn’t sure why we were walking up to strangers. He was reluctant to go up to their door, but once he realized they were putting candy in his bucket he was more than excited to climb up to every porch.
We couldn’t get him to say trick or treat, we couldn’t get him to say thank you after the candy plunked into his pumpkin, but every time he started back to the sidewalk he would make sure to let me know they gave him another treat and I mean every time. Without fail my wife would tell him to say thank you with no success, but as soon as he turned around he made sure I was looking at him and would tell me he got more candy. He might not be the most courteous, but he knows why Halloween is fun.