I am happy to say that we had the highest turnout of trick-or-treaters in the seven Halloweens we've lived here. Yay! I actually went through all my candy. I even bought a spare bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, just in case, and I ended up opening them and using all of them. Wait, that sucks now that I think about it! I was hoping to have to snack on them because they were left over. BUT I am happy to see my previously super-lame neighborhood finally get their act together on Halloween. (I think we had about 30 kids. That's good for the ghetto, where you're just as likely to get crack rocks in your sack as Snickers.)
As for my kids, they had a blast. They were both old enough to "get it." Miraculously, Daphne didn't walk into any houses this year! Beck, on the other hand, walked into two. Once he made it all the way back into the master bedroom at before we realized he wasn't on the doorstep with us anymore. Oops! Sorry about that, Neighbor.
We also hit double the houses this year. I could have gone on all night, and I'm sure Daphne could have too, but Beck petered out after 2 streets, up and down. Killjoy.
So, here are my lovely kids. (Oh and you may notice that they are dressed opposite to the way that 90% of you voted. As it turned out, they were out of the cowgirl costume I wanted in Daphne's size, and we decided it was unlikely that Beck would sport the braids in the Indian brave costume, so we went with the black and white cowboy and Indian squaw theme instead.) Beck, always so astute and p.c., announced at several houses, "Cowboys SHOOT Indians!" Thanks, Son. Now grab your M&M's and let's go.
Sadly, I packed up the Halloween decor today. Goodbye tombstones. Goodbye skeleton bones. Goodbye jack-o-lanterns and fake blood and spiders and webs. I'll see you in 10 months, 26 days.