October 31st . . . Halloween. Happy birthday, all you Jack-o-Lanterns.
Do you look forward to Halloween? I used to, but since my kids aren’t living at home anymore (the little rats moved out and got homes of their own) and I don’t have any little monsters to dress up, it’s lost much of its glamour.
So tonight (Halloween Eve) I suggested to G-Man that we go to Papa John’s for a pizza.
I called in the order, and as we left Smallville (our immediate small town on the lake) the streets were empty. But when we came home, less than 30 minutes later, the roads were clogged with trick-or-treaters and their parents and their cars.
Not only a street full of munchkins on the night before Halloween, but there was a big trailer holding a load of hay and kids on my dead-end street. (I still down know how they got turned around.)
Like the hospitable hosts we are (snork!) we hoped we could sneak inside and turn out all the lights before someone caught us and wanted part ofa slice, but as I stepped onto the porch I saw a tall dark figure.
“Did I scare you?”
Of course, I knew the kid’s mama (this is a small world, remember?) so I loaded him up on candy bars. (dentists gotta live, too) and said, “I’m turning off all the lights now, so don’t fall down as you leave.”
Hey, I could hear the voices of more kids heading my way. If they’d made it before I got the lights off, I’d have to share more candy.
Tonight I’ll be working the Lemonade Brigade at my church’s Harvest Hoedown unless I get fired for forcing kids to say “please” and “thank you” and making them keep their dirty fingers out of other people’s cups.
If I get voted “Wicked Witch of the West”, I’ll be sure and let you know.