Fast forward twenty years to when I had children of my own. Since I'm not a seamstress, I hated Halloween. Coming up with costumes for three children was a nightmare for me. My poor kids had the worst costumes in the neighborhood. As adults, they probably suffer from some kind of disorder because of it. Thankfully, they are grown and I don't have to worry about it anymore.
Annie as Big Bird.
It was cold out and I made her wear her jacket.
Last year was the first year for popcorn. My husband was totally indignant when the first trick-or-treater came. "I'm not handing that out," he said, "it's embarrassing." The little tot's reaction when I opened the door was, "Ooh, popcorn!" You can guess who had a smug look on her face after that.
So this year, it was popcorn again. It's actually a good thing on two fronts. I don't have to hide it and I'm not tempted to eat the leftovers.
The first trick-or-treaters tonight.
No running for these kids. This is the way to go.
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