On most Halloweens, around 200 kids come by our house, hands out, begging for candy. Some have creative outfits - three boys who were loosely bound together with string declared they were The Internet - but most are the ghosts, vampires, princesses, and werewolves. All are polite.
The rush is over by nine o'clock, although some stragglers come by before 9:30. Our greatest fear is running out of candy. My wife, who is the enthusiastic Wade, has been under the weather so door duty will fall to me.
Words cannot express my level of excitement.
I'm busy learning my lines.
Boo.
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