Did we eat all of the kids' candy? No. Did Steve pretend to steal it all? Yes. Were we tempted to pull a Jimmy Fallon we-ate-all-your-Halloween-candy joke on them? No. Way. Actually I think the thrill of the hunt was more exciting for them than the piles of loot, but I'm probably wrong - even though they're not beelining it for their candy bags first thing in the morning, nor are they constantly asking or sorting or pawing the goods. We had a great 'round the block trick or treat - which included a trip to the local firehall (never done that on Halloween before) and a momentary consideration of a trip through a fully done-up haunted house (I mean FULLY. I should have taken pictures.). People were seriously impressed by Hendrik's costume - so impressed, in fact, that our neighbour across the street brought over an apple pie this afternoon in honour of Steve's best-constructed-costume work on the backpack. We ate big slices of it while it was still warm - which makes all of his hard work totally worth it (okay, Hendrik loved it too - THAT was what made it worth it). This Halloween may be extra memorable because of the events that followed the candy sort and stuff (we let them eat maybe 6 pieces of candy each? Hendrik asked every time with glee and happiness in his little candy-soaked eyeballs) - which involved extreeeemely hyper kids, poop evenly distributed throughout Alana's new pyjama pants (tracked up the stairs - she took them off before coming up to the bathroom) and Hendrik's vomit on the carpet at the top of the stairs, induced by the stink from his little sister. At least (at least) the kids were calm post-poop/puke, and were in bed and quiet within 20 minutes of cleanup and stories.
More soon (really!) - I can't believe it's November!
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