Well, last night I went trick or treating with Morgan. He had this spooky ghoul costume with an exposed bony skeleton rib cage where you could make "blood" run through by squeezing a secret handpump. It was a big hit and he was sure he scored a bunch of extra loot just because of it. As is, we trolled the neighborhoods for two hours or so and it was all great fun. Three or four houses were insane; the people had gone all out. Hollywood B slasher movies paled by comparison. Morgan was actually scared to go in, even at the lure of a goody bag.
As is, we returned loaded. More candy and stuff than any kid needs, or his dad. If past behavior perpetuates, he'll be sorting it all by type and brand, then put the piles into little baggies for eventual consumption. And a good half will still be there come next Halloween. Kids have their own systems and logic.
Before that we watched "Monster House." I really didn't know the house was really the spirit of a loved, but emotionally damaged circus fat lady.
As is, we returned loaded. More candy and stuff than any kid needs, or his dad. If past behavior perpetuates, he'll be sorting it all by type and brand, then put the piles into little baggies for eventual consumption. And a good half will still be there come next Halloween. Kids have their own systems and logic.
Before that we watched "Monster House." I really didn't know the house was really the spirit of a loved, but emotionally damaged circus fat lady.
