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Considering all the bullshit going down in the “real world,” one thing I had to do was make sure my kid had a Happy Halloween. In that spirit, one of the things I had to do was present to him the time-honored tradition of “trick-or-treating” and I was determined to do it.
It started out a couple of days ago, when I mentioned we should go out during the day. Heather shot that down thinking the experience would be better for him at night. I conceded, and maybe shouldn’t have.
We hopped into the car and drove around Long Island, wasting gasoline and ultimately deciding we should just go back to the neighborhood since he could get cranky soon. This was at 5:30pm.
So we get back to the house around 5:45pm and park the car. With Lil’ Baby Moo on my shoulder, we begin our night. At the first house we go to, the lady gave us a little chocolate bar. She then proceded to bask in the glory that is my kid and his costume.
The same thing happened at a couple of other houses, with one woman insisting her husband come see Lil’ Baby Moo. Another house, another piece of candy. Pretzel. Lollipop. Gummy bears.
 And then…
It’s not the best house I’ve seen but it was the best one we went to this year. Filled with bats and other wicked props, we cautiously made our way to the house. I thanked the lady for her candy and for her awesome set-up as another kid was coming up the steps, and the boy just stared at the entire thing. Smoke billowed from machines expertly hidden and he pointed at various props.
Some more houses, more compliments on the costume, and more candy. Some chick looked obviously unprepared for us and gave up a dollar. Another house was completely uncoordinated. One kid came to the door and gave us candy, then another came and gave more candy. Two more kids came up with candy in hand looking to give up the loot but weren’t really sure if they should or not.
We finally came back and it was time for us to have dinner count up the bounty, except he started without us. He would take something out of his bucket and then show Mommy what he got. The living room was a wreck with all kinds of candy here and there.
Guess who had to pick that shit up. That’s right, me.
And guess who’ll get blamed for eating all the candy?
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