J wanted to be something spookier than ever so he jumped at my suggestion of a skeleton, seen above with a grim reaper. He wore the costume so much before October 31 that I had to repair 4 split seams before he went out tonight .
S, for a time, wanted to be a matching skeleton but ultimately opted for pink poodle, seen at right with her pink poodle Webkinz. She was surprisingly reticent about going out to get CANDY, which is shocking for a sugar-choco-holic such as our girlie goo.
I note when the first kids come, how many come in every 15 minute time period and take note of the weather.
This year, our first customers came at 5:30, which I thought must be because some Dad had to go play hockey. It doesn't get dark until closer to 6:30 and I thought there was a 6 pm rule about trick-or-treating. I didn't even had the candy upstairs from the pantry.
We had no one for 45 minutes after our early birds and after that the pace was slow, with a slight bubble in the 7:15 to 7:30 time slot and then a late rush of teenagers after 8:00 who stopped lighting firecrackers enough to solicit some free candy. Final tally was 53 kids, or a little less than the past two years.
I know I just blogged about how much S is like me, but J boy did pick up a few of my eccentricities. He has the same desire for stats that I do. He spread out his candy and divided it into categories and then described it all to us. In addition to grouping like things together, he had a grouping of "new stuff I want to try" and "stuff I don't like". The latter had a single piece of bubble gum. I indulged him and put each category into a small ziplock bag and then into the large ziplock bag with his name. S just wanted to dig through her pile to find the good stuff without a care for how it was sorted.
We let the kids eat a fair amount of candy last night thinking they would have their fill and wouldn't bug us about it for the rest of the weekend. Not so.
S out and out refused to eat breakfast until almost lunch, though she claims it was because we did not clear the menu with her first. J asked how much French toast he had to eat before her could have candy.
Long live the dentists.