Knock or ring bell.
Treat-giver opens door, smiles, says hello, and oogles a little.
We tell our little one to say "trick or treat".
She says "twick ooo tweet" in just-turned-two-English.
Thank-you is prompted for which she adds "'appy 'al-ween!" ...
Door after door after door.
Nearing the end of our short (for an adult, long for a toddler) door-to-door adventure we come upon a house where we begin the regular routine. This time the lady is elderly. She recognizes that my daughter is Cindy-Lou Who. She comments on her cuteness and striking resemblance to the actual character. She generously coos, oogles, and exclaims over this tiny-little-thing all dressed up- all through the screen door.
Now I would like to assure you that if my daughter had have been even- maybe 2 1/2, 3 or 4 I would have been shamefully embarassed over the following, but as she was just-barely-not-one and was able to articulate what is shortly to follow: I am still laughing 3 years later.
Obviously concerned about her treats, that barely-not-one year-old looked that nice old lady square in the eye and losing patience strongly directed her, "open the door lady!"