Instead of curling up with a book or watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, I'm on candy distributing duty tonight.
That means dealing with the hordes.
Last year, more than 200 kids came to our door. That is no exaggeration. Apparently, our home is in a Halloween Hot Zone. Vans bring in children and drop them off. Small kids, big kids, and kids who should have given up Treat or Treating several Halloweens ago come by seeking loot. We turn no one away until the candy is gone and since my earnest goal is to get these calories out of the house, I'm half-way tempted to empty it all into the sacks of the first three tricksters.
But, to quote Richard Nixon, that would be wrong.