Someday I hope to live in a town that's a little less red. A place where books aren't banned in elementary schools, and where my daughter's girl scout leader doesn't assume I also want that book about penguins banned. A place where kids trick or treat on Halloween instead of the night before, because I'm pretty sure teenagers are "out catting around" on other nights as well. A place where my kids don't have to have a stockpile of jokes, but just have to say "trick or treat". Until then, however, I give you "Beggar's Night":
Yes, those are the blue Power Ranger's nun chucks. He screamed when we took them away, and around here, we'd rather see a ninja baby than a screaming baby. If you'd prefer the alternative, please see October 28.
As much as the whole "Beggar's Night" concept irritates me, both big kids had fun. Conor was very worried that we were going to people's houses we didn't know, so consequently we only made it to 11 houses before heading home. He also wasn't sure if it was okay for people to recognize him, so we either wore his mask or hid until I convinced him it was okay. Ellie loved it. It was beautiful weather, so we sat on the porch to give out candy. She sat out with me, and kept running to the end of the driveway "just to check". She was bouncing off of the walls by the end of the night!
