Everything is different through the eyes of a two-year-old.
On Monday I got to take my littlest lion cub trick-or-treating. Dressed in her fuzzy costume complete with tail and mane, she roared for anyone who’d listen and marched down the sidewalk like a pro.
Then came the first door. She stood, a little hesitant until Little Red Riding Hood (big sister) took her hand and showed her the ropes. She turned around and proudly told me. “There’s candy in my bucket!”
I asked to see it, and she showed me her treasure, then looked up with a devilish little grin.
“I need more candy in my bucket, Mommy.”
She wouldn’t stop. I thought we’d make it down the block, but no - she went in a complete circle, all the way around Woodburn Cresc. until her little legs gave out from the hard work of climbing porch after porch looking for “More more trick-or-treats.”
Even then, she wasn’t ready to give up. She had me carry her down the street until she’d see a house that intrigued her - lots of lights, spooky decorations and sounds or jack-o-lanterns. Then she’d scamper down, collect more treats, and run back to my arms as fast as her weary legs could take her.
That little lion went on for more than an hour.
It’s amazing the perseverance our children can show when it comes to collecting candy.
I only hope they apply that same pure determination and “fight through the pain” attitude to the rest of their lives. If they do, they’re definitely going places.
And not just for the treats.
