Mommy: Dax, would you like to pick a pumpkin?
Dax: No, thank you. I have a rock.
Her favorite stops were the ones that let her grab whatever she wanted to put in her bag. She would pick up a piece, look at it, put it down, pick up a different piece, look at it, put it down. Repeat, repeat, repeat.
We had trouble getting the spider hat over Dax's head. And Julia didn't want to keep her cat mask on.
Julia didn't really understand the concept (of course) and kept trying to trade whatever she had in her hand for what was going in the bucket. No one was really interested in taking her drooly packet of mini Oreos.