Two weeks ago when asked about what he was going to be for Halloween, he replied, "a fashion model." Yeah, right, I figured, but E got into it and allowed him to select the charming green number you see him in, as well as suitable accessories. He demanded the appropriate color eye-shadow (E only had earth tones,) so she had to buy him some.
D and his good friend, One-Of-Four, the latter more conventionally but no less fetchingly costumed as Dracula, made the rounds. D was initially somewhat shy, and insisted, with his own peculiar logic, that he would only do the T&T routine where there were no kids. He may have been right, adults found him quite funny and original. Kids may have been more judgmental.
We did meet one of his classmates who literally fell down laughing at Dylan. His mother couldn't stop laughing either, until she decided to take a picture of the three of them. D, to his credit, didn't object violently. Digital camera lag was helpful in this instance, as D, who always turns away from the camera, turned back just in time for the perfect shot.
As predicted, he faded a bit after watching the 7th Ave Parade (great photos on OTBKB) for ten or so minutes. Elizabeth claims that, like her, he gets over-stimulated when surrounded by mass activity, given his high-strung personality. Back home he and OOF settled down to the sort-and-trade-your-candy ritual and, thankfully, didn't eat many. I must say that the two of them were exceedingly good with each other throughout the night (and next day, it was a sleepover.)
Can't wait until next year.