Had a passle of little cuties over tonight. The hubby carved the pumpkin and set it in the window. I had a hurricane lamp and lit it on a table on the front porch. We had a snow queen, a ninja, a dragon, a super hero, a caped Zorro-type and a lots of scary masks. The kids were adorable, some so excited they practically started running into the house. One tiny guy, the Zorro knockoff, held a bag of M&Ms in one hand and a Butterfinger bar in the other and jumped up and down yelling, “Candy! I got the candy! Ha ha! I have a candy!” His mother was on the porch and tried to convince him to save it until tomorrow. Good luck, mom.
My hubby tended to about a dozen kids who were obviously very, very excited. I was in the kitchen, sauteeing chicken for dinner. It sounded like a birthday party right out on my front porch. We had a few others after that, all younger. I’m not as fond of the older kids. They’re no longer “cute” and, at times, act like hoodlums. But, our visitors were exactly what we were hoping for. More kids than usual, which is always fun!
Here’s the pumpkin! And here’s the hurricane lamp, sitting right next to Mr. Owl.
I rather like Mr. Owl. He’s my mascot. My hubby, being the ham that he is, insisted I take one of him, too, being Mr. Scary Monster:
If that won’t keep you awake at night, I don’t know what will!