So, I’m all set up for Halloween – got the giant bowl of bite-sized Snickers, Milky Way, and Butterfingers all set up by the door. Outside light is on – inside door open so that I can hear the little munchkins hit the steps. Jezzy is shut away from the door in an inner room so that she can’t bark and charge the door. John’s gone for the weekend – in Traverse City for the Iceman (an enormous mountain bike race)
At 5:30, I get the first strike. Two little girls – dad standing out on the sidewalk patiently waiting. The tiny one closest to the door carefully watches me put a Snickers into her plastic pumpkin. She glances at it, then looks me straight in the eye – she’s got mascara and eye shadow artfully applied, and her freckles are faintly visible through the rest of her makeup. One more glance into the candy bucket – and a huge sigh. Her shoulders droop, and she marches off the steps back to her dad.
I feel so crappy – everyone else is gonna get three or four pieces until it’s gone.