Took the little munsters out to walk the neighborhood around Grandma (Smiths) house so that we would conveniently end up back at her place where I would drop them off, riled up, and with loads of candy so she could put them to bed. (Here's my wicked evil witch laugh coming out--tis the season!) Like aforementioned...the JOYS of joint custody.
Twinners were terrified of anything spooky. Still think they were traumatized by Spooktacular Haunted House. Lane was chillin' and would walk up to a door by himself if they thought the house was too scary. One house was so scary they actually wouldn't cross the street. They sat in the lawn across the street and watched Lane walk up to the house by himself. When he came back alive, they asked him what happened. He said, "I just walked up to the stairs and a girl put candy in my bag."
One house put on a mini-fright show. It was cool. They dressed up like Indiana Jones and played footage like the Blair Witch Project on their television screen in the front yard. They had a storyline that included catching a big monster man-eating gorilla. Towards the end the explorer would rip off the drapes of a big cage to expose the monster to the crowd. When the cage was empty, he yelled, "He's escaped! No one is safe." Suddenly from across the street a monster would come running behind the crowd and scare the Halloween candy right out of their bags. Everyone would be screaming--then laughing. They were so into the show, they didn't even see it coming.
I wanted to watch it really bad and so did Lane. Twin One and Twin Two were terrified. I watched it with Lane on my shoulders; Madi's face buried on one side and Porter's on the other. They were still whimpering and crying without even watching. At one point they ran behind the truck we were standing next too and sat on the bumper huddled next to each other. They had their hands over their ears and their eyes closed.
They tired easily and didn't take long to get loads of candy. I'm still confused about this holiday. You have to buy bags of candy to give out to other kids and then your kids go and collect candy from other people while they are pretending to be something they are not. Then, you spend the next week LETTING them eat candy so you can get rid of all of it. I think I'm going to donate a few bags to Santa--another cavity promoting holiday.
It was fun though to see them enjoy the rituals of childhood. They talked about getting too old to go trick-or-treating and how fun it would be to just stay home and give candy out to little kids. I didn't add, "Or big, ungrateful kids shamelessly pilfering for candy while they push small children aside." For a moment, I thought it would be nice not to have to navigate through the neighborhood teaching your kids to be beggars. But then I reminded myself that the golden years of mothering young children was a fleeting moment and I should savor every minute of it. Me, Captain America, a Ladybug, and Ben 10 Alien Spider Monkey walked down the street holding hands. Skip the chocolate, that was all the sweetness I needed for the night.
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