My work had a fall festival and Stan brought Ezequiel dressed up as a monkey. He made the cutest monkey ever. He did not go trick or treating, but we did go to one house and he grabbed a mini Twix from the neighbors bucket. He tried to eat it but I was not going to let him have it. Until, I was talking with our neighbors and I heard Ezequiel say, "mmmmmmm," I looked down and he had gotten the package open and was eating the Twix. He had it everywhere. It was hilarious, he could not stop saying mmmmmm.
