Some Houston neighbourhoods are renowned for their trick-or-treating, like The Heights, where children are driven in by competitive parents to fill their buckets. Around here in Montrose ("A Living Mosaic") things are mercifully more sedate. It also rained, for the first time in a month, which meant that our own hoard of goodies was left mostly unhandedout. Such a chore to finish those up.
Anyway, Pete began as a polite British boy taking one candy and thanking everyone, but swiftly gave in to his dark American side, inspired by his friends, diving head-first into every proffered bag of treats. Some of it bordered on home invasion, the pack mentality making it far scarier than the colourful costumes would have you believe.
I went home early (to cook a lasagne) and Pete and Hannah arrived with a ton of chocolate when darkness eventually fell. Sadly, my son is now of an age when he has a reasonable idea of how many sweets he's collected - no chance for daddy to cherry pick the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups anymore. But perhaps it's good that something is stopping me being led into temptation. Martin Luther would approve of that.
Pete and Levi. Scary enough.
Hello, we're here to take EVERYTHING!
Go home and be dry or stay out and get as much candy as possible? Hmmm.
Oh...OK, just eat it all at once and get it over with.
