I am happy to say that we had 12 trick or treaters last night–that’s pretty good when you live in the ghetto! My favorite was a little girl in a Winne the Pooh costume. She was about three years old, and it was obvious she wasn’t really interested in candy–she just wanted to come into the house and visit! Her mother got her back out.
Paul and I both carved pumpkins, and then I roasted the seeds–one of my favorite parts of Halloween.
It was fun to think back to my childhood. I remember being so excited to go trick or treating that I honestly could not eat dinner. My mother was so irritated with me! We would go in the neighborhood–first to the lady who gave full-sized candy bars–we loved her! When we were finished, my favorite part was sorting everything into piles. Then I would begin to eat things, starting with things I liked best (Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and mini 3 Musketeers) to things that I liked quite a bit (Bit o’ Honey, Neccos) to things that nobody should ever give out for Halloween–dum-dum suckers, peanut butter taffy, etc. Maybe I should have saved the things I liked best for last–but then I ran the risk of having someone swipe it from me (like I did with my kids’ candy–only to be helpful–sorry kids!)
What a great day–when kids can go door to door begging for candy and it’s ok. It’s sort of the epitome of Bakhtin’s concept of “carnival.” I love it.