Now that I'm an adult, it's always interesting to be on the Giving instead of Receiving end of the whole Trick-or-Treating tradition.
First of all, I appreciate being able to actually breathe and see where I'm going; it's still novel.
Secondly, every year there is usually one costume that tends to dominate all others. And today I thought I'd tell you about Halloween 2001...
The doorbell rang and I swallowed up the last bits of a Nutrageous bar, and flung wide the door.
Before me was a wee pink little princess with a pointed hat taller than she was. Her big brother was the psycho from “Scream.”
They were well-trained, this pair. They peered down as Pixie Stix, candy corn and candy bars tumbled into their bag. Yep, they recognized extraordinarily good stash when they saw it. Then they wished me a well-rehearsed, "Happy Halloween."
Scream paused a moment on the stairs, turning. Perhaps it was a brief puzzled expression under his white plastic mask...
Did an adult actually understand the candy hierarchy? One who knew Milk Duds were called Duds for a reason?... That circus peanuts taste neither like peanuts or pureed clowns?... An adult who saw that microscopic-sized candybars and toothbrushes were not in the spirit of proper Halloween plunder?
Had I once been a child like them?
“Nah... Can’t be...” The moment was gone. The next house was calling.
The doorbell rang again moments later to reveal four teenage boys.
Two boys were cleverly disguised as eighth graders. And two were dressed as... Scream. Dueling Screams, these boys, jostling at the door for space.
To costumed and non-costumed alike, I unhesitatingly handed out the goodies. Yes, bring me your tired, your poor, your sugar rushes yearning to be free... I will not discriminate.
They thanked me. It was uncharacteristic politeness that year, and the heart swelled.
Once more with the bell. I greeted a pirate, a second princess, Friday the 13th’s Jason and... Scream.
I was starting to know how Neve Campbell felt. “Deja vuuuuuu!... Do you like Nutrageous Bars, Sidney?”
Another sound of the bell, and before me was a two-year-old rumpled, dirty bumble bee whose bent wings dragged on the ground. Clearly wardrobe malfunctions had ensued early on in the evening. Her mother, a weary-faced woman, trailed behind praying for a quick and merciful end.
Soon I greeted a suave little vampire, Jason Returns, a teeny-tiny blond Superman, and a person two-foot-high who cheerfully proclaimed, “I'm a ninja!”
... A ninja. Yep. You sure are.
Moments later a toddler witch cried at the sight of a monster on my porch, a fellow trick-or-treater, yet perhaps too in-character.
A robot almost couldn't make it up the stairs, his legs so short, his suit so stiff.
And a cowboy, dressing it Old School Retro, was jazzed about the Pixie Stix. So jazzed he almost ran straight into “Scary Movie’s” version of... yes... wait for it...
This suddenly explained all the sequels.
But I was having requests. The Pixie Stix dominated and Superman actually gave me back a packet of candy corn for a single Pixie Stick.
Now, on this special night of all nights, I wasn’t particularly worried about give-backs and tradesies-- certainly not for the beloved Man of Steel. But, hey, it’s Kiddom. You gotta play the game by the rules.
For you folks looking for even more Halloween blog posty goodness:
- Check out the HumorBloggers Halloween Carnival here, where the Blog Cabal o' Funny brings the laughs Great Pumpkin-style...
- And if you missed them, you can check out my two posts entered in the Carnival: