Saturday night Cooper wore his Max suit and made mischief of one kind and another.

When he escaped from our church building not once, but twice and was hightailing it to the road, we called him “WILD THING!” But, we didn’t send him to bed without any dinner.

Trying to get him to walk around the parking lot and accept candy from the kind people we go to church with was equivalent to doing the wild rumpus – he just didn’t get it and preferred we let him tromp through wet leaves and dirty piles of snow.

Yet in spite of the fact that he roared his terrible roars and gnashed his terrible teeth and rolled his terrible eyes and showed his terrible claws, everyone still thought he was cute and gave him candy.

And even though he begged for grapes when we got home, he seemed to like it.