They did their work yesterday, walking through the trick or treat trail at Matt Ross Community Center in the afternoon, and hitting the neighborhood right at dusk. They paid their "reeces" tax to their father, and let me raid anything that hinted of caramel. They sorted their loot and negotiated their trades, and ate their first round. The thing is, Halloween is a really late night for those of us with an eight-o-clock bedtime. So most of the fun comes the day after.
November 1st is the real holiday after all. Halloween is all hallows eve, like Christmas Eve. So to honor the saints that passed before us, we spend the day in a sugar coma, induced by the all day eating of Halloween candy, in a coma-like state in front of the tv watching cartoons. That's the real treat.
The tricks will show up the next time I get down the scale.
