by Stephanie Black
I'm excited to go trick-or-treating tonight. My husband and I take turns each year--one of us hands out the candy at the door and the other takes the younger child/children trick or treating. This year is my turn to trick or treat. Wahoo! I love trick or treating. I love the glowing jack-o-lanterns and the ghostly decorations. I love the candy. It's true that at my age, I could buy a bag of candy if I'm so all-fired desperate for sugar, but that's not the point. Candy is much more fun if you get it by trick-or-treating. I love the scent of trick-or-treating candy, that mixture of chocolate and fruity candies and Twizzlers and Tootsie Pops, etc. That's a once-a-year smell. Mmm!
This year, my oldest daughter and her friend are taking my youngest daughter trick-or-treating. My middle daughter and son are going with a friend. That leaves my youngest son to come trick-or-treating with me. He didn't seem thrilled with this arrangement when we talked about it at Family Home Evening. "I want someone fast!" He was afraid I'd be too slow and wouldn't keep up with his frenzied pace. Oh my heck. In the words of the villainess Yzma from The Emperor's New Groove, "Does he have any IDEA who he's dealing with?" Son, I could trick-or-treat your little seven-year-old costumed self into the ground. Just try to keep up. Eat my dust. I am a champion trick-or-treater. We have a great neighborhood for trick-or-treating. It's very family friendly, and the houses are close together.
I'd better go put on my running shoes and do some stretches to get ready for tonight.