Oh the bounty, the cute little kids dressed as pickles and elephants, the teenagers dressed as serial killers or just themselves + bag for candy, but who can blame them? My favourite holiday-- and maybe Paul's new favourite too-- is definitely Halloween.
Our Smashus was a red dragon, with a face painted by Pauli that evoked the hip-hop clown.
He was joined by Eli (a robot) and phoebe (a crazy veterinarian) to trick-or-treat in our 'hood. Their bags were full within one block and by the end Sasha didn't even bother to say trick or treat or thank you to people anymore, just "my bag!"
The best part is "sorting" afterwards-- dumping your loot onto the kitchen table and savouring the vision before you; all that junk food that your hippy parents, for once, cannot keep from you. Phoebe likes to keep an inventory: she counts and categorizes the chocolate bars, the lollipops, the gum, the 'sourchews' and the sultanas (sultanas always get finished last).
It's all fun and games until the gut-rot and fatigue sets in...
