Luke also refused to allow anyone to help him carry his bag. He would not let go of the thing, even on our walk home. He just insisted that we pick up him AND the bag, and carry both of them. He knew his father was eyeing his full-size bag of M 'n' Ms. (For the record, those M 'n' Ms were no longer in Luke's bag when he woke up the next morning.) Noah did great -- he was very polite, said thank you to everyone, and didn't give us too much grief when we announced it was time to head home. I doubt this will be so easy next year.
We kept the intake to a minimum that night, and as it was, Luke's sugar crash was unreal. The worst part was when he was eating grape Nerds out of my hand like a goat at a petting zoo. Then he would come up for air, bottom half of his face completely purple, laughing his head off and snorting like the little brother on Christmas Story. We can already tell that Noah is going to be a "rationer" instead of a binger. He first announced that he would only eat one piece that night, and although we ended at three, he willingly put his bag in the cabinet to save some for tomorrow. Let's hope that we can keep the bag hidden from Daddy.And finally, a little poll. When I was growing up in Indiana (and the routine is the same in NC), you waited until sun down to go out trick-or-treating, and you only went to the houses whose porch light was on. That seem to be the way it works here, too. Matt is dumbfounded. When we was little, they would just start trick or treating shortly after school got out, in broad daylight, and knock on any and every door that struck their fancy, under the belief that if someone didn't want to pass out candy, they just wouldn't open the door. He'd be home by dinner. I think this is yet another example of how crazy and freakish people from Jersey can be. Thoughts?
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I remember having to wait until Mom got home from work to trick-or-treating. And we ALWAYS begged her to come home early on Halloween!
The boys look adorable!
xoxoxo
We did it Matt style in NY. If Halloween fell on a weekend, giddy up.
I think I actually remember doing it both ways in different neighborhoods in Baltimore. Something about Maryland being both a Northern & a Southern state, perhaps?
We went out at night, after dinner, and used the porch light rule, too. Then we'd come home and my dad would take all of our nestle crunches. And then one of us would cry that the other one got more candy. Andrew and I would take turns each year. Until finally, we hit that year where we knew we were too old to trick or treat, but went anyway. Good times.
after dinner at night with my mom. when I was younger, we hit only the apartments of people we knew (my mom knew most of the building - she's a talker), but as I got older we knocked on all 108 apartment doors. I never had to leave the building!
Wait until nightfall, do the houses with lights on only. That was the way it was in Delaware growing up and in Charlotte.
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