So I'm happy to report that my candy strategy was wildly satisfying. When the kids came up to the door without costumes, it was fun to dole out one sucker. When the girl came to my door with no costume and talking on her cell phone, I happily placed one fruit-flavored Tootsie Roll in her pillowcase.
Vengeful and pointless? Sure. But at least I'm not this nutcase. (You've got to watch that video. I almost hope she spent the next day cleaning egg off her front windows. What a freak.)
At about 8:15, I turned my lights out after a little group of trick or treaters because my bowl was getting low. I blew out the candle in the pumpkin, closed my curtains, and put on my pajamas and got down to some serious Grey's Anatomy watchin'. At 9:15, my doorbell rang and woke Ace up. Drew said "What the !#$^?" and I said "That had sure has hell better be someone I know." Nope. Two kids, around 11 or 12 years old, no costumes, no nothin'. I was happy to give them the last dredges from the bottom of my bowl, including the dusty candy that had fallen out of the wrappers and various pieces of trash that had fallen into the bowl.
We only went to 4 houses because I love giving out candy more than I love my kid receiving (then subsequently eating) it. He got a pretty good stash, including an adorable pumpkin basket filled with goodies from Alice.
I sense pictures coming...
Despite our best efforts, Ace wouldn't actually say "trick or treat." He'd say it all the way up to the door, but once we'd get to the actual door, he was just all smiles. Oh well, that's good enough.
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