This was a great night. We met up with several of my high school girlfriends and their husbands and children for trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. We had a blast.
The kids really 'got it' this year, unlike last year, which was notable for frequent rests on the pavement, with rapid onset. Narcoleptic trick-or-treating, with lots of forgetting to say thanks, and not understanding that you get the loot and BACK AWAY FROM THE DOOR. Last year, our gaggle of kids would just stand there, and blink guilelessly at the candy-hander-outter, who then either made shooing motions or tried to come up with another compliment for their outfits while other groups of kids would press forward and we parents would send in an emissary to retrieve our little idjits.
But! This year! Four year olds and five year olds rock! They were polite. They kept moving. They didn't lay down on people's lawns. There was no crying. The mommies were drinking cocoa laced with peppermint schnapps. The night was crisp and clear. The neighborhood was bustling with adorable families. Even the few older kids were in costume and polite. After about twenty houses, my little monsters pooped out, and requested (shocker!) that we go home to bed. No! No! Twist my arm, why don't you.
And so, I find myself in a quiet house, with a wee little buzz, with a happy little pile of loot. I'm going to go pile up under my covers and just be. Happy Halloween!