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Trick or Treat
Last night was Brandon's first time going door-to-door on Halloween. He went as a fireman, with his bright yellow jacket, a yellow helmet with visor, heavy coveralls, and big ol' boots. Deb made him an axe out of foil & a stick. Turns out you can (once again) buy tons of guns, soldiering, and policing type stuff at toy stores, but there was nary a playset or single piece of toy equipment for a fireman to be found.
On the way back to the house, Mr. B was excited to get down to the real business of the night: eating some of the two pumpkins-full of candy he collected. He turned to Deb and said "Dad seerily likes candy" in a very seeril, I mean serious, tone.
Rachel went as an artist - all paint-splattered and Jillyish - and her cousin Dariah went as an award winning gymnast. I asked both girls when they were going to change into costumes - Rachel is starting deny she can do artwork (although she limited her denials to watercolors) and Dariah is a gymnast, and if she hasn't picked up awards yet I expect she might sometime soon.
Justin and I handed out candy, and we had to close down shop about a half hour or forty-five minutes early on account of running out. First time in four years that we ran out of candy. Actually, one of the first times in my life. Even when we were in Bethlehem, we barely handed out stuff to more than two or three kids, even though we were just on the edge of a neighborhood that made those overly populated cinematic Halloween sequences look like ghost towns (seriously, I mean, seerily, most houses on one of the streets would run out of candy within a half hour or so... each house would have a line of kids waiting...)
This was also the first night in maybe a dozen years that trick-or-treating actually coincided with Halloween. Eastern Pennsylvanians are strange people, what with all this random date determination and all.
After we shut down, Justin and I took a look at the stars. The lights from the neighboring house still blazed bright, but we were able to pick out a lot more up there than I ever recall seeing before. Nice night for it.
On the way back to the house, Mr. B was excited to get down to the real business of the night: eating some of the two pumpkins-full of candy he collected. He turned to Deb and said "Dad seerily likes candy" in a very seeril, I mean serious, tone.
Rachel went as an artist - all paint-splattered and Jillyish - and her cousin Dariah went as an award winning gymnast. I asked both girls when they were going to change into costumes - Rachel is starting deny she can do artwork (although she limited her denials to watercolors) and Dariah is a gymnast, and if she hasn't picked up awards yet I expect she might sometime soon.
Justin and I handed out candy, and we had to close down shop about a half hour or forty-five minutes early on account of running out. First time in four years that we ran out of candy. Actually, one of the first times in my life. Even when we were in Bethlehem, we barely handed out stuff to more than two or three kids, even though we were just on the edge of a neighborhood that made those overly populated cinematic Halloween sequences look like ghost towns (seriously, I mean, seerily, most houses on one of the streets would run out of candy within a half hour or so... each house would have a line of kids waiting...)
This was also the first night in maybe a dozen years that trick-or-treating actually coincided with Halloween. Eastern Pennsylvanians are strange people, what with all this random date determination and all.
After we shut down, Justin and I took a look at the stars. The lights from the neighboring house still blazed bright, but we were able to pick out a lot more up there than I ever recall seeing before. Nice night for it.
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A middle school is down the street and he's pretty sure most of it students were all over the street from 5pm on.
Being in an apartment bldng, I got no trick or treaters. But Shannon's knight-in-armor*, (who's been standing guard in the hallway (when he wasn'troving to different floors) somehow ended up with a feather boa, a can of coke and some candy, oh, and a red sox cap.
It might just be the armour because I never see any eyes in it -- maybe it's a ghost. Ask Rachel please, she might know as she has very good imagination.
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I didn't get any trick or treaters, so I enjoyed your descriptions.