Last year: screaming. Charles had to walk home (3 blocks) with Iain because the terror, man. The Terror.
This year? Delight. He clapped, he exclaimed, he grinned and giggled. "They're coming right at us!" he said, and "Ooo! A big one!"
Of course, now that we're home (at 10:45pm) he denies the reality of bedtime. No bedtime! No! NO! NOOO!!!
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