The next best thing? Convincing Sista that she needs to dress up and sit on the front porch to hand out candy. It wasn’t too difficult afterall I’d had years of
Slumped over, limp as a scarecrow, she lay in wait with a large bowl of candy and a sign that read:
TAKE ONE PLEASE.
From the warmth of the shadows inside and giddy with anticipation, I watched while perched just far enough back from the open window that I could not be seen but my boombox of scary music could well be heard. The first few children of the evening hesitantly approached encouraged gently by their parents. Wisely Sista opted to remain very still as they selected their token Tootsiepops and Snickers and scampered off the front porch frantically glancing over their shoulders. I just knew Sista was holding her breath to keep from laughing. As the night grew darker and the visitors older we were secretly thrilled that the adults were just as leery as the kids at approaching the front porch. And I KNOW Sista and I both pissed ourselves the first time she screeched BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO as the hand slid over the edge of the bowl and into the candy for the Trick-or-Treator AND his parents screamed in unison and ran screaming all the way down the driveway taking with them the entire group they approached with.
It was a good solid hour before we saw anyone else approach for candy.
Have a Fantastically Gouhlish Weekend!