(10/31)This was Halloween. There was trick-or-treating shortly after, but it was raining out, so no photos. Buster took a tumble down a set of two or three concrete steps, scraping his knuckles but impressively not dropping a single piece of candy. After a minute or two of crying he was OK and ready to move on. As we started toward the next house, he said, "Daddy, I had an accident." I said, "I know, son, you fell down those -- oh." Kind of a rough trip around the neighborhood, but well worth it. The candy's still holding out.
