It’s Halloween. Your 3 year old daughter’s first one.

You watch as your husband, Simon, puts on her caterpillar costume.

You smile once she’s ready, handing her her little bag.

You walk out of the house, holding hands with Simon, watching as she waddles over to the first house.

She knocks, standing there when the door opens.

“What do you say, baby?” you smile.

“Twick or Tweat!” she shouts excitedly in her little accent.