I'm a fan of Halloween...I had so much fun trick-or-treating as a kid so I loved the idea of kids coming to our place and trick-or-treating.
I looked forward to kids ringing the door bell in their cool costumes and me handing candy out.
Unfortunately when we lived in Chicago we didn't live in a neighborhood that kids came around to. But when we moved away...to some burbs...I was crazy excited about trick-or-treating.
The first year I bought the best candy, because I don't want to be one of those houses known for the bad stuff. I got a lot of candy because I didn't want any chance of running out.
This is where you probably think I'm going to say no one came...but they did. Sure maybe it was only about 20 door bell rings but it was something. Since then traffic has gone to shit...but it started good...and that's not what this post is about.
Here's how that first night went down.
Door bell rings...I get it. Then I realize I had to interact with kids. If you've been reading for a bit you know kids used to (and kind of still) freak me out.
So there was some kid standing at my door. I panicked...I didn't wait until they said trick-or-treat. I just gave them candy and shut the door.
Then the door rang again...I made Staci get it. She was so good with the kids. It rang again...I made her get it. It rang one more time and she coached me on what to say.
I said "What are you?" Listened to the answer and said, "here."
Staci's good. She would say, "Oh look at that you're a cute little princess. What do you say?" "What are you? Wow you're a big strong super her." I couldn't do that.
First off, I'm not going to tell some girl she's the prettiest princess I've seen when it's not true. I'm not going to ask a kid what they are dressed as when I know full well what they are. I'm not going to tell a kid he's scary, when he's dressed as that dude from Scream but he's only 3 feet high.
I realized the anticipation of trick-or-treaters was so much cooler than the real thing.
So while our house was known for good candy (Take Fives) we were probably also known for that weird guy that just gives you candy and says here...but barely looks at you.
But this is Miloh's first Halloween. He came to the party at my office. He got some candy but since he couldn't eat it I had it and promised I'd remember what I had so I can repay the candy loan when he's older.
I actually talked to the kids there this year...I'm not saying I deserve a medal, but I've come a long way from last year when I hid from them.
And Miloh wore his first costume...a cool skeleton body suit. I wish I could show a pic of it. But he was so happy to be able to crawl in such a large space that I couldn't get him still to get a good pic. Maybe I'll post one soon.
I did get one good shot...although I think it hides the costume a bit.
You can read about a couple actual horrors this Halloween in my revisited post.