NO Tricks, Only Treats



When I was a little girl, I remember going house to house and getting loads and loads of candy. Of course, in a small town, you know practically everyone, so the only scare you got was from the teenagers running around in spooky masks. These days, trick or treating is more scary to me than a horror film. You never know who lurks behind closed doors, mixing razor blades in Kit Kats and rat poison in candy corn. Yes, I'm THAT mom!

This year was Koko Bean's first year to trick-or-treat, so we ventured over to my dad's sister and brother-in-law's neighborhood. I wanted to surprise them, since I don't see them often and I knew they knew practically all their neighbors. (We've only met the ones across our street and only because they informed us they chased our dog three blocks when she got out one day.)

My aunt and uncle were very excited to see us, and informed us of which houses at which to trick-or-treat. We brought along Koko Bean's sidekick, K2, who was sporting her sparkly red shoes, and her Jessie shirt.

For as outgoing and social as Koko Bean usually is, she sure was mute during our entire trick-or-treating adventure. She wouldn't say "trick or treat," or anything.

(This house just did an "honor system" handout.)

After a about an hour of walking, Koko Bean's Halloween bucket was half full. We decided that was enough and headed back to the house. As Koko Bean checked out her loot on the way home, I was hoping she hadn't planned on eating all of it in one night.

As soon as we got home, Daddy got Koko Bean out of the car, and Mommy took the candy inside to hide. The girls hadn't had dinner yet, and even if they had, I wasn't about to let Koko Bean have candy at 8pm, especially with her sleeping habits. We let them have a McDonald's picnic in the living room instead.

Koko Bean still doesn't know where her candy is, but Daddy sure does!!