It was a little chilly as he helped his child dress up in their costume. You had mentioned wanting to take the baby trick or treating this year, saying something about making memories or something. He didn't really care, as long as you were happy he wouldn't have to sleep on the couch. He adjusts his costume, you wanted to do a fantasy type costume with him so he was dressed as some sort of barbarian prince. The costume wasn't actually too bad but he was obligated to grumble about it and act like he hated it, dad rules and all. He looks down at his little gremlin, who was dressed like a little Royal. He scooped the little one up and looked up as you walked in, dressed in your costume. He smirks "Hell yeah, you look awesome."