Daddy joined in for Trick-or-Treating.  We walked around the neighborhood, stopping at each house, so the kids could run up and ring the bell, waiting to shout 'trick-or-treat!' and holding out their pumpkins.  They had a great time, for the most part.  There was one house that may have scarred Ezra for life.  The kids ran up to ring the doorbell, while Max and I waited back on the sidewalk.  They pushed the bell, and from our view, we saw the blinds flick open and a werewolf appear (the kids couldn't see him from their spots).  It was obvious to us that next, he was going to swing the door open and be there, but the kids had no idea what was coming.  The door swung open at the same time a loud horn blew, and the scary werewolf appeared at the door, holding a bowl of candy.  Ezra shrieked in high decibels, then turned and raced down the sidewalk, loudly crying.  Eliana stood rooted in her spot (I can't imagine what her face said…), took her candy and race-walked back to us.  Ezra ran to us for comfort (he was so freaked out!), but when he turned around and saw the scary werewolf holding candy out, he quickly ran back up and grabbed the candy from him!  He was scared, but obviously not enough to refuse candy!  The rest of the night he was really cautious about ringing doorbells, and usually let Eliana do it!  Poor little guy.  It was one of those moments that I felt bad for him, because I would have been scared too, but watching the entire scene was a bit comical.  If we had captured it on video - it would have been worth a few good chuckles :)