First of all, is it weird if the adult accompanying the child holds out a trick-or-treating bag too? That's kind of weird, right? Is it? I don't even know. I was just pretty excited that we even got some trick-or-treaters after the unintentionally creepy note I had to leave on the front gate.
Come on, children, walk into my vestibule and knock on my door! I'm not a serial killer! Would a serial killer draw you such an adorable pumpkin?
The adult trick-or-treater was a little bizarre, I have to say. His tiny Spiderman accomplice was adorable and held out his Halloween bucket for me to drop a few fun-sized bags of Skittles into, and I thought that was the end of it, but then the adult trick-or-treater held out HIS OWN Halloween bucket—which wasn't even a bucket, just a blue plastic bag—and, even more weirdly, was silent about it. At least the tiny Spiderman said trick or treat! The adult just kind of held out his bag and stood there! I was so flummoxed—really, dude? Does your wife not let you have candy or something?—that I had to try not to do a double-take, but what the hell, I threw a bunch in there anyway. Okay, adult trick-or-treater. Better on your hips than mine, I guess.
(Was he collecting for another child? Maybe? But wouldn't he have said something?)
Anyway, I guess that was actually my only question about Halloween, come to think of it, but I do hope you enjoyed yours all the same. I realized today that the last time I dressed up was 2002 (Bonnie; Sean was Clyde) and before that 1999 (a punk, which was just an excuse to wear a lot of eyeliner and rip a pair of my tights.) I really need to step up my game for 2013, I think. And also get that doorbell fixed.