H-Ween report, #1
Man went out earlier and bought four whole bags of candy while I was decorating the front window with a cut-out graveyard scene. (For some reason, in this neighborhood, you've got to advertise to the trick-or-treaters. Back home, we'd ring every bell until we were actively turned away.) As of now, we've got half a salad bowl of loot remaining. So far we've had: a football player, a princess, a pokemon, a ninja girl (cool!), indiana jones?, an axe murderer (or maybe it was a machete, actually), a devil, and a very tiny and easily frightened policeman.
I feel a bit odd standing at the door with candy and compliments... but it's still fun to experience that pure unadulterated, sugar-infused glee, even secondhand. The kids seemed especially psyched about the tennis balls Man added to the mix last minute. Who knew? :)
I feel a bit odd standing at the door with candy and compliments... but it's still fun to experience that pure unadulterated, sugar-infused glee, even secondhand. The kids seemed especially psyched about the tennis balls Man added to the mix last minute. Who knew? :)