|Just check out these posing skills.|
|Snow white and her muscle-bound body guard.|
|Spidey has the cutest butt ever.|
|Don't be stingey man.|
Technically this was H's second Halloween but first time trick or treating and he picked up the whole taking-candy-from-strangers thing a little too quickly for my liking. Some houses went a little decoration happy with shady looking figures even I didn't want to stare at for too long but my little Spidey didn't even blink a long eyelashed eye and waddled right up to the front door with his cuzzos to get his goods. He made out with a pretty decent stash, one that mommy will be raiding as soon as I'm done typing this enthralling post.
While Jorts put our mini superhero to bed, I sat outside to pass out candy (not only to ensure our bowl didn't get a five-finger discount but to also keep the little heathens from ringing the doorbell). To my surprise and extreme annoyance, kids would come up to me with their bags/pillowcases/buckets held out and....stare.
No "Trick or treat."
No "Happy Halloween."
Just blink, blink, stare.
The first few times I smiled anyway, complimented them on their costumes and plopped a few pieces of candy into their bags. But as the night wore on and my patience wore thin I just started staring right back at them. Most kids got the hint and would mutter "Trick or treat" under their breaths but some had a hard time grasping this complex idea. So I would just pop an M&M into my mouth and continue our staring session. Half a dozen kids walked away tonight a little confused and maybe even a little scared of the mute preggo lady who didn't share any of her candy but I think I did them a favor. I taught them the ever-valuable lesson that nothing in life is free. You better work for your candy on Halloween.