Eating My Words

I will admit something. I can be one judgmental person sometimes, however, I've been trying recently to reserve my judgment for reality tv stars {after all, they kind of deserve it for parading on tv}One of my not so kind thoughts I had, which I was reminded of this evening while Trick or Treating with my little man, was a judgment I passed on the age at which it was appropriate to take a kid trick or treating.

It's kind of silly to take a newborn out trick or treating. Let's face it, we know the candy is for you. Why don't you just go buy some at the store. Or better yet, if you simply want to show of your little bundle of joy, collect money for Unicef. I proclaimed, because clearly I know everything, that a child should not go trick or treating for candy until they were old enough to say the words "Trick or Treat"

Can you see where this is headed? By my proclamation, my little man still shouldn't be trick or treating. I did notice this year a lot of looks from people when my son didn't sweetly mumble some form of "Trick or Treat" and we did it for him. It made me remember my early "wise" words.

 How could I take the excitement of trick or treating away from Gbear {who thinks this is one of the best nights ever}simply because he can't say Trick or Treat?  Just because I had expected him to be talking by now, I had the audacity to claim that I knew everything there is to know about kids and trick or treating.

Well, as I sit stealing a few pieces of Gbear's candy, I'm eating my words. {I have a feeling I'll be doing that a lot in the future}