What happens when you get a two-year-old, a three-year-old and just the THOUGHT of getting candy? Two candy-grubbing, running-down-driveways, screaming-banshee trick-or-treaters in training, that’s what.
On Halloween, some friends and their daughters joined us some trick-or-treating madness in our neighborhood. We knew my neighborhood would be DA BOMB for gobs of candy because of all the kids living here. I was excited that Big Roo was a little older this year so maybe he’d enjoy it more.
Unfortunately, his insanely cheap excuse for a costume didn’t hold up from the neighborhood parade last week so the inside of his race car driver costume was lined with packing tape (don’t judge- the fabric store lady suggested it). The costume ran small (thus the reason it tore in the first place) so in order not to tear it even more, we left the top part open (Ricky Bobby style) for his little belly to stick out. Heehee.
So, we left the house around 6:30 and headed down the street to start the adventure. At first, we hit lots of houses with porch lights lit and bowls of candy on the steps. Score! I slightly lamented the fact that Big Roo wasn’t getting to experience much “traditional” trick-or-treating, but as the night progressed, those houses became my secret wish.
We hit dozens of houses. At some houses Big Roo and his friend did wonderfully- yelling “Trick or Treat!” when the door opened, picking out the candy without too much indecision, saying “Thank You” and continuing on with a well-paced walk to the next house. When all wasn’t golden, here’s what the night was like:
– Two kids knocking on the door, ringing the doorbell and knocking again, even despite us repeating “just once!” and pulling their hands away from the door.
– Big Roo took FOREVER to pick out a piece of candy from a bowl. It was the biggest decision of his LIFE! And he just wanted lollipops, even though I assured him the chocolate stuff was MUCH tastier (for us both).
– When they weren’t traveling by stroller, three phrases were repeated more times than I know: “Don’t cross the street yet!” “ WALK, don’t run!” and with the most despair “Come back here!”
– Steep driveways became their mortal enemy. The kids would run down and just bite it. Once it ripped Big Roo’s costume at the knee but at that point, as long as he wasn’t skinned up, I didn’t care. Costume = going in the trash when we get home.
– The absolute worst was the squealing. At some point the kids decided when a nice lady opens the door, this means to look at each other, squeal like a banshee and then run to the corner of her porch. Oh, I just hope none of these people had sleeping babies inside. PLEASE. It was when this started that I had to pull out SOME sort of excuse to make the little hellions appear cute. “Sorry. They’re trick-or-treaters in training!” And followed up with a nervous laugh.
And all of this non-sense was before eating an ounce of candy.
Oh, I started to long for those bowls on the porch steps! You know, the ones where we didn’t have to interact with real PEOPLE. Those were great- pick the candy ya want, take all the time ya need and us parents didn’t have to worry about the “trainers” breaking all unspoken trick-or-treating etiquette by screaming in some poor lady’s face and running in the other direction.
But luckily for us, most people opened the door to see two cute munchkins just learning the ropes and were more than pleasant to them. Instant forgiveness thanks to cute faces. And while the trick-or-treat trainers made me at times question if they were too young for all this excitement, they had a BLAST.
I admired them walking together, with all the excitement of what the next house would be like. I think Big Roo was afraid of someone taking his stash because he had a hard time letting the candy actually drop into his pumpkin bag. He would hoard a few pieces in his hands for houses and houses and when he finally let go of a lot of it, he still carried one lollipop the ENTIRE time. He’d sometimes switch out a Dum Dum for a Blow Pop but something on a stick was always in hand.
While the night wasn’t perfect (oh, the squealing!), I digged watching Big Roo revel in it.
So worth it.
Were any moments like this part of your Halloween?