now with more sugar
November 1, 2006
We had no theme again this year. Most of the children wanted to be something that we already owned out of the vast amount of costumes we have accumulated over the years. Which was nice since I didn’t have to buy much.
So in descending age order we had a scary old hunchback guy. My oldest loved his costume, but it was difficult for him to see out of the eyeholes and therefore he had a hard time navigating the walkways and doorways up to the houses. It was also hot inside of it, and considering that it was an unseasonably warm 65 degrees outside, that was not a welcome thing.
Then we had Indiana Jones, whose accessories include a bullwhip, a leather jacket, and an overpriced hat from Orvis.
Darth Vadar wore his same costume from last year. Only the light saber needed to be replaced. The one from last year was damaged in battle.
Then we had a skeleton. Though he didn’t want to wear the mask or the gloves because it was too hot with those on. So in reality he looked more like someone standing behind an xray machine than a skeleton.
Next there was Zorro. His key accessory, aside for them too small hat or the too large head depending on how you look at it, was his sword. In fact as I type this it is 7:00 am and he is wearing the hat and swinging the sword around. One of those things I just know it isn’t going to end well.
Then the tooth fairy princess who carries a sword to knock the teeth out of the mouths of bad people. Yes, that is what she called herself, because surprisingly everyone asked her why a princess would be carrying a sword. I wanted to coach her to answer, “The better to stab you with.”
And then there was Mickey Mouse, who pushed bigger kids out of the way and grabbed fists full of candy at every house.
I was disappointed, I’ll admit it. Where was my treat, dammit? Next year I am bringing my own,possibly drinking it right out of a paper sack. Let the neighborhood talk.
Trick or treating at the funeral home though… that made it all worth it
Yes, there is a funeral home in our town and they had a “dead” body in a coffin in front of it. There was fake smoke and the body would suddenly pop up and grab at people.
It was awesome. And terribly frightening if you were under twelve.
Once they began really complaining about the heat, their thirst that was so great it threatened to kill them right there on the spot, and the weight of their candy bags it was time to go home. because if you are complaining about carrying your candy, you surely have enough.
After they ate all they could manage without vomiting on themselves, they had fun swinging their glowsticks around their heads in the dark tv room. They were having such a good time, that I let it continue even though it was against my better judgement. Inevitably someone got hit across the head with one. They in turn retaliated against the wrong person. And it spiraled downward from there. I could only witness it by the light of the glow sticks, which was fine.
That was the signal to send everyone to bed.
And that was the signal for me to pilfer the candy bowl.
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