Our little farmer isn’t into candy or wearing his shoes, but he does LOVE (i.e. is obsessed with) the blow up witch lawn ornament down the block. So we spent our time staring at the witch. Like, forever. We just plopped down in an unknown neighbors yard and stared. It wasn’t exactly the Halloween I envisioned, but joyful nonetheless. Autism is such a puzzle and it is impossible to predict how any holiday will go. I am just thrilled he found a little taste of happiness on a night that isn’t the easiest for special kids.