Trick-o-treating finally happened in our neighborhood last night! Hooray!
We had been warned by the previous owners that this house gets slammed on Halloween, so Eric went out and bought about twenty pounds of candy in preparation. But then the power went out, and our town "cancelled" trick or treats.....so, we kinda, sorta, mayyyyy-be? ate about ten pounds of it ourselves. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it.
So last night, we were those people who ran out of candy half way through trick-o-treating. It didn't help that some kids felt it necessary to take massive handfuls of candy for themselves. (I'm lookin at you, Spiderman. You know what you did.)
When I looked down at the candy bowl in horror to see only two Blow pops left, and realized that there was a group of about fifteen third-graders heading our way, we knew it was time to call it a night. Eric and I turned off all the downstairs lights and hid in our bedroom till it was over. The shame. Oh, the shame.
Apparently a dark house does not deter children who have had their Halloween postponed a whole week. The doorbell kept ringing and ringing as we hid in our candy-less house. The shame. Oh, the shame!
I was certain we'd wake up to an egged house, but luckily, all seems well.
Unfortunately, Madeline missed out on the fun again. She's finally caught my plague, complete with a yummy case of conjunctivitis.
We didn't make her dress up, and we kept her a good distance from the front door. We don't want to be the house that ran out of candy AND gave the entire neighborhood conjunctivitis. We just moved in for heaven's sake.
Madeline watched the trick-o-treaters from afar, and she was quite fascinated with the whole thing. She seemed to enjoy herself as much as one sick baby wearing a pumpkin headband could.