Every kid needs a 'monster dad'
About 30 or so years ago, I became my oldest son's “monster” while he dressed as a mad scientist to go trick-or-treating.
It was fun. My son looked very much the part, while I had a green face, green hands, a jacket that was a few sizes too small, pants that were too short, and I walked hunched over.
To top it off, I got a chain out of the garage, we wrapped it around my neck and my son used it as a leash.
And off we went, my son with his monster in tow. At each front door, I'd make some monster sounds, mostly grunts, and my son would say, “Igor, behave,” then “trick-or-treat.”
Like I said, it was a lot of fun, until we got to this one house. There a woman opened the door, gladly dropped goodies into my son's bag, then looked at me and said, “Aren't you a little old to be trick-or-treating?”