"I started off at the party, with this yummy oatmeal raisin cookie. It was okay. I would say I ate about a quarter of it."
"There were lot of things to look at during the party. I stayed serious almost the whole time!"
"This is right about the time where I got sick of this cookie."
"I may be sick of this cookie, Tigger, but you can't have it."
"Next, I found a giant basket of apples. It was supposed to be for a game, but I dug in. Actually, throughout the party, I started 4 different apples, but ended up dropping each of them in the mud at various times. Then, I would just go get a new one. I probably ate the equivalent of 1 whole apple at the party. It just took 4 tries..."
"I don't like the peel, so I usually spit it out as I go. Yesterday, I was storing my spit-out-peel in my bandana."
"Daddy let me try his chocolate chip cookie, but I preferred my apple."
"Then, we did bobbing for donut holes. I didn't really understand the game, so I just took my donut hole off the fork and walked away. Oh well."
"I really liked this doggie. Every time I walked away from him, I just kept coming back. He was really sweet. I think he liked me, too."
"Is the party over now?"
"When we got home for dinner, Daddy put my costume in the dryer for a bit, while Mommy made dinner. I busied myself playing with my candy. I like this candy a lot, because it's mine.
"I'm back in my costume for round two of "trick-or-treating!"
"Look at all my loot! I got a ton of candy! I wonder what I should do with it..."
"I think Mommy and Daddy dug into my candy after I went to sleep. How rude."
"I gave these to Mommy, because she used to love Charleston Chews when she was little. I don't have enough teeth for these anyway."