“Awice,” she declared, using her toddler voice.

“Yep, that’s me,” I played along with her, flipping off the light in the living room as I led her out to the garage. She seemed to stumble over her own feet a couple times, making me have to stop while she regained her balance. “It must be pretty hard to walk with that diaper,” I observed. Maybe her costume choice wasn’t as inspired as I’d thought, at least when it came to the practical part of actually trick-or-treating in it.

“Hawd to walk,” she agreed.