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OK, I obsessively checked last year's Natter to find out what time kids started arriving. It was only about a half an hour earlier. And since I did that, there have been eight kids.
Also, I lied. I did not hand out full-sized bars last year, it seems. There were Butterfingers, though. I love those. Didn't get any this year. Boo.
ETA: Vampire, angels, witches, random cartoony bird-like thing, hobo.
Aaaand we were out of candy by 7 (4 bags). Porch light off, door closed.
Casper's old nanny came by and told me that our neighbors who live on the big street (we're on a little cross street) buy 40 lbs of candy and get through it all. I like trick or treating, but that's ridiculous - candy is expensive!
mr. flea and Casper still not back! The baby caterpillar has gone to bed.
Heh! I was going to tell you to check last year's Natter, Jen, and then thought you'd think I was craxy.
Best costumes: emperor penguin (with plastic egg taped to shoe), two fairies in homemade costumes, and the girls were really beautiful, pale skinner and ringlets, so they looked like fairies.
The warriors are back! Now to check out the loot.
Hee! High fives Cindy
My poor dear nephew was dressed as a lamb.
But this is also the first year he was aware of the "going to get candy" aspect of Halloween, so I doubt he cared much about the lame costume.
I'm afraid candy (plus going-away cake, not to be confused with yesterday's birthday cake) contributed to my immense late-day crankiness with my work and my boss and myself. I will be trying to resist the leftover candy tomorrow.
Aw, just had a cute little princess whose skirt was a bit too long, so she sort of had to hike it up going back down the stairs. Too cute.
When my newphew was four, he had a positively adorable little wizard costume. The doorbell rang, and the first trick-or-treater arrived, dressed as a scary witch. Nephew promptly found a big chair behind which to hide and could not be convinced to go out the door into that big, bad night. Nuh and uh.
Your nephew and I are kindred spirits, Jen. I went out the Halloween I was two, ran into my friend's big brother (who was 11) dressed up as an Indian brave, ran back to the house, and told my mother, "You close that door. You look that door. You don't answer that door."
She had to get a neighborhood teen to come hang with me in the kitchen, so she could answer the door and hand out candy.
Sugar high...please send Coffee Bean.