As per usual, there are always the "too cool for a costume" kids that ring the doorbell. Mind you, I'm hoping it's not because they are the same "too poor for a costume" kids. That would suck.
Then there are the "if I put random make-up smears on my face people will think it's a costume" kids.
Oh, and don't forget the "way too old to be trick or treating" kids.
Sharon asked me when I became a crotchety, hating 60-year old man.
So naturally, I played a trick on her. I became the "put a baby's booster seat in front of my face, ring the doorbell and make her think I'm a trick or treater" person. Oh, and it worked alright, because the confused look on her face followed by the "oh crap" look on her face followed by the "try to shut the door on me" move made my night, really.
(I love Halloween because it makes Sharon very happy. I swear it's the one time of the year that makes her happy, despite the fact that she doesn't dress-up herself. I'm positive it ranks higher than Christmas for her, as well as much, much higher than our anniversary)