Years ago when Sweet One was three she wanted to be Tigger for Halloween. That was easy. I found an orange costume with black stripes and a huge Tigger mask and we were set.

Sweet One’s father was (and is) a tall guy, about six feet, two inches tall with a goatee.

Back then we lived next door to a couple who were great friends of ours. The husband neighbor was (and is) as tall as Sweet One’s father and also sported a beard. The neighbors were black and when husband and neighbor stood next to one another they looked like light and dark twins. Their stature, features, and size were so very similar.

This particular halloween my job was to take Sweet One up and down the streets of the neighborhood to ‘trick or treat.’ The husband’s job was to man the fort and hand out candy. The neighbor wife was not feeling well. All the lights at their house were turned off and she sent neighbor husband to our house with a bucket of candy to hand out.

When Sweet One and I returned home she joined the guys in the handing out of treats.

It was classic.

Whenever the door bell rang these poor children were greeted with not one, but two giants and a small Sweet One standing between them with an arm wrapped around each of their thighs. They appeared for all the world as a “perfect couple” with a young child.

For months after that whenever I ran into neighbors while I walked/jogged around and told them which house was mine, I was greeted with strange smiles. One lady came right and told me she thought two “gentlemen” lived in that house with an adopted child.

It’s a pity I don’t have a scanner…