Cause that's what it's really all about - the bags full of candy.
Our house was a flurry of activity leading up to the designated hour. Nolan had city playoff for volleyball which they won (the next night they played in the semifinal and lost - so sad) and mom and I were trying to get the chocolate fondant made for our big chocolate dipping day on Saturday. It was a tad crazy as we stuffed kids into customs and tried to pin them down for a picture or two.
Jarom was a Ghost buster - he kept the neighbour safe from getting slimmed.
Their friends came over and I quickly got a group shot before they were off and running.
(Spencer Northcott, Matthew Nesom, Nolan, Barrett, Greg Northcott and Jarom)
They stuck with Barrett for a couple of house and then they were off - not to be seen again until their pillow cases were full of enough chips, chocolate bars, suckers, gum, gummy candy and Tootsie rolls to provide weeks of sugar crazed tummy aches and sleepless nights.
It took Barrett one house to figure out the game plan. He knocked on the door, yelled trick or treat - or his two year old version of it, said "thank-you", then "you're welcome" and ran to the next house.
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