Trick or Treating
Last night was the perfect night for trick or treating! When the day first started, I didn’t think it was going to be a pleasant time. It was cold in the morning and the forecast was for downpours in the evening. I was surprised to find that it warmed up throughout the day and the rain held off until after we were home. Instead of cold, wet, miserable weather, we had a slightly cool, misty night that was just spooky enough to make walking down our road an adventure. It was great not having to try and stuff snow suits under the costumes!
This was our first Halloween in our new house. The houses are far apart on our street. Our plan was to drive to each house on our street and then drive over to a friend’s house for more trick or treating by foot in a denser neighborhood.
For some reason this plan clashed with the “perfect Halloween scenario” that Number 2 had planned in his little obsessive-compulsive mind. Trick or treaters are supposed to walk, not ride! After a minor melt down we were finally underway – us walking and Spouse moving the van to different spots along the street.
On our street we were greeted with surprise at each house and told how this was the first time in 12, 20, 25 years (depending on how long the people had lived on the street) that they had seen trick or treaters. Even people who admittedly had children told us they didn’t trick or treat on our street. What ever happened to neighborhood loyalty?
Luckily most still had candy, although one woman raided her husband’s Snickers stash to give to the kids and at one house they were each given a $1 bill.
We had an assortment of costumes this year. Number 1 went as a Jedi, again. I think this is the third time. What was scary for me was that he borrowed my boots to go with the costume and they fit him!
Number 2 always manages to come up with the more unusual costume. He also has a love for the color yellow. He would wear it every day if he could! He found a minion costume (from the movie Despicable Me) that was just perfect for him. He was thoroughly embarrassed though when an older neighbor asked him if he was Amelia Earhart!
Number 3, who has to listen to music to get the scary thoughts out of his head when he is trying to sleep and often wakes from nightmares of ghosts, went with the anonymous scary costume. Maybe he is trying to work out his fears? I don’t think it worked, he still woke up with a nightmare last night.
Have you ever heard of Monster High? I hadn’t either until about a year ago when Number 4 started kindergarten. She immediately fell in with a group of girls that collected the dolls from Monster High.
I naïvely swore that my girl would never play with Bratz-like dolls. The revealing clothing, voluptuous figures, gads of make-up and pouty lips drive me insane. As all mothers before me, I learned that you can’t control what your children like and Number 4 loves Monster High. To my dismay, she has managed to collect most of the dolls. Not surprisingly, she went as her favorite character, the vampiress Draculaura
Number 5 chose his costume from our bin of previous years’ costumes (now lovingly called the play clothes). He went as Superman, this time without the fairy wings.
It was a successful evening. The kids came home with enough candy to make them feel like they will be able to gorge themselves, but not so much that I was inwardly cringing at the excess. We met some neighbors and established a new precedent of trick or treating on our street. And the current costumes can be recycled into play clothes for another year full of imagination!