I’m looking forward to how things go tonight at our house for Hallowe’en.
We like the little ones who are brought to the door in great costumes, earning extra treats.
Last year, One little gorilla (we think it was a gorilla) shouted to his dad on driveway, “We got some Cheezies!” Dad shouted back a gleeful approval.
Then a grandpa brought what appeared to be about a two-year-old little green dinosaur to the door, with little tufts down his back and tail.
As we handed over the candy and praised his costume, he suddenly deftly darted between us and dashed down the hallway. He was doing a Jurassic gallop for the living room.
That has never happened to us before.
Grandpa stood just a little embarrassed on the porch. Marg and I held a little conference and decided to return the child.
As I shared the event on Twitter, one listener chided us for not invoking the “finder’s keepers” clause. But, another pointed out a truism. She tweeted, “Every smart little trickster knows the good candy is in the living room.”
Let me know what happens at your house.