Army guy and Vanta Claus. Vanta especially loved trick-or-treating.
Halloween was sweet. Last year, Jack, aka I, was really shorted on Reese's. But this year, Jack's plastic pumpkin runneth over. And since it was so cold outside, we didn't have a ton of trick-or-treaters, so we have a lot of leftover candy. And a lot of those are Reese's. Glory be.
We didn't end up having to trick-or-treat in the snow because Halloween Day was warm and sunny and most of the snow melted. But it surely was cold. It worked out in the end because Ethan's sister Stephanie wanted to come and take the boys trick-or-treating, so Ethan and I sat under a blanket in the golf cart and we drove Stephanie and the boys around. It couldn't have been more perfect. Trick-or-treating ended in tears because we went to a house that had turned their garage into a totally decent haunted house. The clincher for Jack was the chain saw. He bawled like a baby and screamed, "I HATE TRICK-OR-TREATING! I WANNA GO HOME!" It was awesome.
When we got home, Jack checked out his booty. And I served up some apple pie. My sister Mal and I made two apple pies earlier in the day. And I must say I make a wicked good apple pie, especially when pies are so hard for me to make. The crust I make is tender and flaky, but an absolute biotch to work with. Maybe it's me that's an absolute biotch to work with. I cussed at that crust the entire time I was rolling it out. But it was worth the trouble. Apple pie with fresh whipped cream seems like the adult thing to eat after trick-or-treating.
As for rationing the candy, we don't do too much of that. Halloween only comes once a year so I just let him have at it. And Ethan, Van and I help along the way. Our entire family was on a sugar high all during church the next day seeing as I used it to keep the boys quiet. And here is the part where I formally apologize to Jack's primary teacher for his obnoxious behavior all during the primary program practice on Sunday. Sorry Sister Johnson. I take full responsibility for Jack sporadically screaming throughout the last hour of church.