I LOVE Halloween! I wish it was also tonight.
With the accumulated exhaustion of a month's worth of non-sleep, I wasn't able to throw much energy into dressing up and getting into character, but I still had fun!
At about 3 p.m. Halloween afternoon, as I was putting up some last minute decorations at the front door, a boy and a woman quietly walked up to me.
"Hi," I said. They just looked at me. I waited. Nothing. "Oh! Are you trick-or-treating??"
"Yeah," said the mom. "He has a Halloween party later on today, so we're going around early."
Yeah, just a little. It should be illegal to trick-or-treat before 4 p.m. Seriously. At that hour, shouldn't the kid be home watching an after-school special on TV? (Do they even have those anymore? What will all the latch-key kids do???)
At about 5:30pm, we went to my friend Summer's home for a pre-trick-or-treating get-together. (That there is a lot of hyphens.) We actually got there at 5:45pm, which wouldn't be so bad except we were the ones bringing the cups and bowls for the food and drink brought by everyone else who arrived earlier. LIKE ON TIME! How lame were we??? That lame.
After dinner, dessert, and delightsome conversations, we hurried back home to handout magic and awe. As the night progressed, I noticed a lot of kids did not bother to say "trick-or-treat" this year, so once in a while, I'd open the door and just stare at them. Then, I'd ask, "Can I help you?" or "Are you here to sell me a vacuum cleaner?" Some kids blinked back at me like "Nutso, it's Halloween." Others would giggle, and then I'd say, "why are you guys here?"
This year, again, I had a platter with about 12 different types of toys and candy, so it would take forever for kids to decide what they wanted to get. Each year, I say I'll remember next year to narrow down the options, but each year, I get caught up with buying a variety of things (for boys, for girls, for big kids, for little kids, etc.).
The most memorable trick-or-treater last night was a boy about 7 years old. I was at the moment being swamped by a surge of kids. This boy came up to where I was crouching, took a (I kid you not) half-second glance at the tray, scowled, and said "I DON'T LIKE THOSE!" He pivoted around and stomped off my porch. Yeah. I guess I didn't get the memo listing your preferences, Speedy Platter Scan Boy.
I convinced Daddy to take Baby Dhino treat scavenging for mommy. (That girl's gotta earn her keep!) Daddy was shy about taking an infant around, so I ended up with a spattering of things.
Next year, I'll have to set a quota for Daddy and Dhis.
Meanwhile, all you mommies worried about eating too much candy in these next few days, feel free to leave bags of excess goodies on my doorstep. I'm here to help you out.