Trick-or-Treat, Smell My Feet....

So, Chase struts into daycare this morning and announces to his daycare provider, “I’m going to pull down your underwear.”  (Insert the sound of me smacking the palm of my hand on my forehead, repeatedly.)

I guess someone (Cough-Emily Revermann-Cough), didn’t realize Chase would only remember the creepy ending to this beloved Halloween rhyme before she taught it to him last weekend:   

“Trick-or-Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat.  If you don’t, I don’t care, I’ll pull down your underwear.”

I apologize in advance to anyone that my child verbally assaults while trick-or-treating. 

 

On a side note:

When Chase and I were at the library yesterday, Chase was pretending to eat cookies.  A mother sitting next to us on the child sized picnic table asked Chase if he baked his pretend cookies.  Chase replied, “Oh no, my mommy just buys them at the store.”  Chase then looked at me and rolled his eyes as if signaling to me that the stranger was making up the fact that cookies can be homemade.