Halloween in the ‘hood

We had grand plans for doing a bit of trick or treating and then heading to a Halloween party. Ah, plans are made to be broken.

It was a near-perfect night for Halloween here. The sprinkles in the air weren’t enough to be bothersome and it was downright balmy so there was no need for huge coats over the costumes. The pumpkins were glowing up and down the street.

Sam’s excitement was contagious when he got home from “school” and he was ready to BE the purple dragon! Boring minds prevailed and I managed to get him to eat a bit of dinner but as we finished up the first (and only) round of neighborhood trick or treaters hit the door and we were off!

I like our little neighborhood because we put the bowl of candy on the porch so we could both take Sam on his trick or treat adventure. Many of our neighbors did the same although it backfired for one couple when some out-of-the-neighborhood older kids came through and nearly cleaned out their stash. They tracked the kids down (one of the downsides of a dead end street for people who don’t live there) and made them return some of the candy. I think I would have let it go because I thought they’d probably come back with a “trick” later in the night. But so far it seems as though that hasn’t happened.

Sam was a surprisingly close to a “trick baby” for most of the evening. He flapped his wings on command because candy is TOTALLY worth making a fool of himself. He said “trick or treat thank you” for efficiencies sake then flicked his tail and headed to the next house. He basked in the admiration for his costume for seconds before heading to the next house for more loot. And everyone was generous. Full sized candybars and multiple candy bars from most houses.

When we got to the end of the street where all the neighbors congregated at the end of the collection process, he took off the mask, plunked his butt down on the step and started the serious business of trick or eating. His strategy was somewhat different than the average kid. Open the bar, take a bite, hand the remainder to me, open a bar, take a bite, hand the remainder to me, repeat endlessly.

I don’t know how much he ate but when we took His Wiredness home he continued the process so I took a picture of the remains which then were deposited in the trash despite his desire to “save them for ‘morrow.” My goal is to quickly get rid of the candy so we’re letting him eat everything. And it was gone by 1:00pm today except that there were two Reeses Peanut Butter Cups that just disappeared. He said he didn’t want them but I don’t know if that means he threw them in the trash or that he stashed them for the future. They may haunt us forevermore….