Life of Connor

Bad Daddy. OK, fine. Busy Daddy. But I've made it back again for this update. There is plenty to report.

The first is Trick or Treat. This year, I went out and Daddy and I went to people's houses and they gave me candy. Daddy seemed very happy to be out doing that. I think there was a lot of good stuff in my basket, a plastic pumpkin. But alas, because Mama and Daddy kept saying something about "human sugar molecules" and "Connor never going to sleep" and "sugar" I apparently got to go just for the experience. Daddy said I got a Mounds bar that was particularly yummy.

I went as a puppy in a costume that had one of those blasted hoods on it. I am not the biggest fan ever of hoods. Give me my choice and I'd almost never wear one. Hats are cool. That I'll do. But hoods hide my ears and I'm afraid to not be able to hear people and, well, you get the general idea. If I don't have to put a hood over my head, well, I just don't.

So, that leads us to the rest of the story. I was a puppy, but Daddy kept trying to put that blasted hood on my head so it would show the puppy ears. I had paws, but apparently this did not satisfy Daddy, Apparently he thought people would think I was a Moose or something because that hood kept coming up. Alas, I won again, as it is my head and eventually, Daddy gave up.

We had lots and lots of fun though. I liked seeing other kids out in their costumes, even if some of them were a little scary. Daddy told me that happens on Halloween and when I got bigger I would understand it better. Daddy can be a bit silly, but I'll trust him on this one.

While Daddy and I were out, Mama handed out candy. We live on a street that has a lot of cars, but apparently not many trick-or-treaters. But, as the night went on, Mama got to give more candy away, which meant less for Daddy I suppose. He doesn't really need candy anyway.

Mama and Daddy have improved their ability to understand what I'm saying much more lately. They say I'm speaking more clearly, but I've always been clear in what I want and how I've said it. Is it my fault if they fail to understand? This toddler, for one, thinks not. But, now they know when I say lots of things and they're doing a much better job than before. Now, when I ask what something is, or tell them what I want or who I want, they get the hint. So, good job, by them of catching on.

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See ta soon.

Connor