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...
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I can't believe the size of that candy stash! I miss Halloween. You know I used to do it as a kid, but we didn't get a single trick or treater this year. One year when I was about 8 an old man asked for a trick. We had spiders on bits of elastic that we shook at him. He just poked at them with his walking stick after they fell to the ground. Everyone else gave us treats, thankfully, because to be honest our tricks were pathetic.
oh i never understood you're supposed to play tricks on people. Now i get it.
Now, if someone said, "Trick" to me, i'd go "Ha, ha ha, Read my Thesis!" (what an awful trick to play)
Thanks for the lovely shots of Sasha the Dragon!!
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