My Lady and her Moo

Everyone said, "Oh my, what a beautiful costume!" then turned to me and asked if I made it. Clearly these are people who don't know me well. This one was compliments of Grandma and Grandpa.


Then there was Carson, who quickly caught on to the whole "ring a doorbell, get a sucker" gig. After the 6th house he went into a sugar tornado, and we cut him off.

He spent the next 10 minutes standing very still with this look on his face, as if he were:
1. filling his diaper
2. plotting to see how much candy he could stuff inside that tiny cow costume
3. pleading for one more tootsie roll before the night was over.

After frisking him and ruling out the first two, I folded on #3.
Who's the sucker now?