The weather cooperated once again and we had a beautiful night for trick-or-treating. My son went off with a group of his friends in one of their neighborhoods and reported that the only odd ball item he received was a can of Coke. My guess is that someone likes their Sam's Club membership.
I went with middle child and seven other neighborhood kids and two dads. (Sidenote: Is trick-or-treating a dad thing? I saw very few moms out on the streets.) Our city decided to lengthen the hours of begging this year, for some unknown reason. By 9 pm, I was reconsidering my belief that I'm in good shape. I have no clue how many miles we covered, but I had a sore back, jello thighs and a headache from dehydration. Along with her 10 pounds of candy, middle child scored a tennis ball and a felt tip marker. Who are these killjoys, dentists? Anyway, she was in her 50's girl outfit and, in our family tradition, was asked by one senior citizen if she was Sarah Palin. The lady told her it was the glasses. Like not many kids wear glasses these days. She spent the rest of the weekend reenacting the conversation, so it was good fodder for her.
The most unusual sight of the night is the stuff that urban legends are made of. One of our neighbors had told me that there was a deer roaming the neighborhood with a pumpkin bucket stuck on its head. I misunderstood her at first, thinking the deer had gotten into a real pumpkin. So then, I was all, "it serves that damn deer right.........always getting into our hosta, etc., etc." But no, I guess the deer decided to invade someone's front porch display, probably sniffing leftover traces of chocolate from Halloweens past in a neon orange jack-0-lantern. Sure enough, later that evening, I saw the little guy run across a yard in front of us. Apparently, it's not the first time it's happened because I found this picture online:
I went with middle child and seven other neighborhood kids and two dads. (Sidenote: Is trick-or-treating a dad thing? I saw very few moms out on the streets.) Our city decided to lengthen the hours of begging this year, for some unknown reason. By 9 pm, I was reconsidering my belief that I'm in good shape. I have no clue how many miles we covered, but I had a sore back, jello thighs and a headache from dehydration. Along with her 10 pounds of candy, middle child scored a tennis ball and a felt tip marker. Who are these killjoys, dentists? Anyway, she was in her 50's girl outfit and, in our family tradition, was asked by one senior citizen if she was Sarah Palin. The lady told her it was the glasses. Like not many kids wear glasses these days. She spent the rest of the weekend reenacting the conversation, so it was good fodder for her.
The most unusual sight of the night is the stuff that urban legends are made of. One of our neighbors had told me that there was a deer roaming the neighborhood with a pumpkin bucket stuck on its head. I misunderstood her at first, thinking the deer had gotten into a real pumpkin. So then, I was all, "it serves that damn deer right.........always getting into our hosta, etc., etc." But no, I guess the deer decided to invade someone's front porch display, probably sniffing leftover traces of chocolate from Halloweens past in a neon orange jack-0-lantern. Sure enough, later that evening, I saw the little guy run across a yard in front of us. Apparently, it's not the first time it's happened because I found this picture online:
Which doesn't look like such a bad thing when sitting in a house alone with 48 Baby Ruth's calling my name.
Ummm...that was me in a deer costume. Sorry.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, that's the way I felt on Friday night when the little one went to bed. I totally dived in to her bucket.
i'd strap one on too
ReplyDeleteThree hours of trick or treating?! My kids would have been in heaven, but seriously, after two hours, I was ready to be home and have my feet up after being on them all day. Also, the lack of anyone handing out 100 Grand bars in my world would have put the kabash on things even sooner!
ReplyDeleteIs trick-or-treating a dad thing?
ReplyDeleteYes. Dressing up in funny costumes is a Dad thing, roaming the neighborhood at night is a Dad thing, and getting a ton of candy is most definitely a Dad thing. Woohoo!
I've been telling Fadkog that we had 100 Grand bars, if she only would have stopped by.
I saw a lot of parents out that night, most of them in costumes, as well as most of them being dads! It looked like so much fun and how I miss those days.
ReplyDeleteThe weather was spectacular here for the little goblins... there were so many walking the neighborhood, that it reminded me of that trick or treat scene in the movie E.T.
It was great!
You have got to be kidding me. LOL Damn Deer.
ReplyDeleteUm yeah... We did maybe 10 houses and both the hubby and I were like, um, lets go, this is it. I couldn't decide if we were really that lazy, or just excited to get drinking with some neighbors since it was a Friday night... lol. Kids are still little anyway, they have a good freezer bad full of candy... they will never even eat it all.... I also saw a lot of couples walking younger kids around this year... for a few years here its been quite dead... I see more little kids, so it should be picking up again...
Mama - I thought I recognized your accent!
ReplyDeleteLime - When I saw your comment in my google reader, I was thinking, what? I didn't post about sex!
FADKOG - I was disappointed by the lack of Junior Mints. Where were the Junior Mints??
FTN - Dads rock. And so do 100 Grand Bars.
C-Marie - When my kids are over with the treating in less than 5 years, I will need to rent some kids. It is too much fun.
Buttafly - Our neighborhood seems to be changing over too. Much more younger families; original owners are finally moving out, along with the godawful 60's decor.
Poor deer!
ReplyDeleteBut, fun highlights! =)
Wow, sounds like the lil ones racked UP on some sweet treats! YAY! =)