Brian and Mark along with the neighbor girl/classmate. The dads took them, making them walk ahead of them through wooded trails, spooking them with tales of zombies and spooks. It was memory making for sure.
The night was beautiful. Not exactly warm, but not cold. I left the window open on our front door all evening. It's easier to pass treats through the window when one has a dog like Rocket. The school kids know my drill now and I can hear them approaching the house with calls of "Mrs. Tormanen!" They get a full size candybar if they remember my name. They don't get a full size candy bar if they don't. Ethan K remembered my name this year, thereby escaping the teasing of his older brothers. They heckled him for a long time that year that they remembered and he forgot.
I skipped over to my mom's apartment with the boys after they made the rounds around our neighborhood. The official hours of trick or treating over by about ten minutes, they knocked on the door of my mom's neighbor - seeing that the light was still on and the jack o'lanterns lit. They got several handfuls each. They got the same at grandmas.
Brian on the way home: Grandmas are JACKPOTS!!
Mark's line of the night: I'm not a coal miner. I'm a candy miner!
We had 88 beggars this year.
Wendy (on the right) and a friend (Leena B).
This one has a funny story behind it.
We were scrounging late last night as the plan was for three of them to be Gossip Girls - whoever they are (we had to Google). Wendy was assigned to be Jenny, so we were looking up images trying to come up with the right attire. The third girl was going to supply the missing pieces and the full costume for the other friend as well.
The plan was to meet here at six, when trick or treating officially begins here in town. At six they got a text that the third friend, who lives a good twenty plus minutes away, would be leaving soon. I told them then that they may as well throw something else on and do a burn around the block while waiting, but they were all about waiting and going together.
Another ten minutes and they got a another text that the third wouldn't be able to make it after all. The third who had the pieces to the planned costumes.
With a quick rip and a tear through our Halloween boxes, they put on hospital gowns over their street clothes and were out the door running down the street before I ever saw what masks they took.
Wendy, upon arriving back home at 8:00: Mom, everyone really liked our costumes and were saying how impressed they were that we were Bedtime for Bonzo. or that we were Ronald Reagan and Bonzo!
It sounds to me that they were even more recognizable than the Gossip Girls.
Cracks me up that they just happened to grab those two masks out of the couple dozen we have to pick from.
All three kids hauled in record amounts of candy.
May the sugar buzzes have mercy on me.