Our, "technincially" first trick or treater was a 5 year old boy visiting from Paris, France. Yes, I gave him half of the candy that I bought. Cute as a button, in a super hero outfit I didn't recognize. I would have taken his pic, but I didn't want to infringe on International Law/Fall Experiences. His aunt and uncle said they have been "admiring" my pumpkins all week--I''m not sure what that means? Here they are for the whole world to see: pumpkins, that is--you will have to hum along to your own tune for this one! :)
ps: Dad, I dated this entry in "Deere" time!
pss: Had a serious mad rush of kids, ran out of candy--started dipping into Quin's lunch stuff.
Ham sandwiches all around people--and I started to remind them to brush their teeth--very loud, and the next time they come over, it's a liverwerst sandwich--with a side of black olives! :)
All of the sudden, the door bell keeps ringing--I need Quin to come home with her stash--or else I will start giving out golf clubs, misc. cords, and dogs.
