For Halloween this year, we kept things simple. A few friends came over for a potluck meal of meatballs and pasta. And then once we were all carb-loaded, we headed out for some good ol' fashion trick or treating.
Our little red riding hood, ballerina, and goldfish were so cute as they learned the ropes as to how this whole Halloween trick-or-treating thing works. Cautiously navigating their way up to the front porch, timidly knocking on the front door, and wondering what these things were being dropped into their buckets. Don't worry... by the end of the night, they had learned the magic of candy. The sugar high was epic.
At each house I kept reminding Little B to say "trick-or-treat". The concept alluded her. But at one of the final houses, she finally said it after they dropped the candy in her bucket.
"Trick or Treat. Thank you. You're welcome."
I love my girl... always polite... even if the delivery is a bit off.
But the best part of the whole night was when we took 3 tired girls and their mamas back to the house to hang out, take our shoes off, drink wine and hand out candy to the "older crowd". I think our girls loved handing out candy more than trick or treating. They yelled "Happy Halloween" so proudly as they opened the door and then fought to see who got to put the candy in each bag.
I am really going to miss Halloween in this neighborhood. They know how to do it right. But in a way, it is the perfect send off. A great memory to file away in the bank of stories that starts with "Hey, remember that really awesome Halloween..."