October 31, 2014. Halloween. Sienna dressed as Snow White. Yellow skirt. Blue top. Red bow in her hair. A plastic jack-o'-lantern in her hand, waiting to be filled with candy. She's 2 1/2 years old. She still doesn't quite get the trick-or-treating concept, but that's OK. Mommy and Daddy are proud. So proud. Mommy missed trick-or-treating last year, and she's super excited.
We knock on the door of a nearby house. A man opens it. He's 50-ish. Salt-and-pepper hair. Taller than me. He hands Sienna three mini Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. And then, he says it: "Don't eat all of that tonight, or you're gonna get sick and fat and you'll never get married."