“Bring me Andrew’s candy bag.”
My wife uttered these words last Thursday night. We were watching Grey’s Anatomy. The kids were asleep. It was time to do what all parents do…raid their children’s candy.
Admittedly, we didn’t do this with abandon. There are limits when raiding the candy. My older son, Andrew, rarely eats chocolate. My younger son, Christopher, is allergic to peanuts. Therefore, we knew what to pick and choose without upsetting the boys.
So, as we sat there, chowing down, I thought about how the Halloween had gone. Some of the things to note are:
=> The boys had a blast.
=> The weather was great.
=> Christopher got tired 2/3 of the way around the neighborhood and called it a night. Andrew and I made it through the rest.
=> I am proud that my boys, for at least half the night, used driveways and sidewalks to get to people’s doors. I chided them later when they did walk on someone’s lawn. Overhearing, my neighbor replied, “Don’t’ worry about it. With the drought, the grass is dead anyway.”
=> Only three people recognized that I was dressed as Sandman. That’s three more than my wife expected.
=> I did see one other father that had also getten into the spirit of the evening. He was dressed as a mustard bottle. If that was me, my wife would have disowned me.
All in all, it was a wonderful night. A picture is below.