"Arrrrgh, Matey! Trick or Treat!"
I kid you not, this is what Sophie went around the neighborhood saying last night. She'd ring the doorbell with her hook, and then in the toughest pirate voice she could muster, she'd request some treats.
Her little routine prompted more than a few grins and giggles. As well as several exclamations of "Aren't you CUTE!" Which was promptly changed to, "Ooo, you're scaaaaaary!" when reflected on her face it was obvious that cute was not what she was going for.
Nope. NO cuteness this year.
Just TOUGHNESS. Swords, eye patches, hook-hands, and an I-mean-business swagger.
Although, personally, I still think cute is pretty fitting. I didn't tell her that, of course, for fear she'd have me walk the plank.
The temperature started dropping fast, so we came back to change Sophie into something warmer - also known as Costume #2. Yes, this year she wanted to be a "Poodle Pirate". We decided it was okay, since she definitely gets her money's worth out of costumes. She wore her chicken suit from age 2 until she could no longer squeeze into it. Special occasion not necessary -- eating cereal in full-out-feathers just helps make a mundane Tuesday a bit fancier. We did convince her to wear them one at a time, rather than together, like she had apparently envisioned.
After emptying her bag, which was weighing her down (kids load UP in this neighborhood, I'm telling you!), Poodle and Pop hit the streets for another go at it. They met up with the neighbors: Mr. Jacob (our neighbor from Hendrix) and Frasier the dog, who was trick or treating as Yoda.
As well as sweet little Thumper Elizabeth, our new neighbor next door. (None of us are really sure how she's holding up her head. She's the teeniest little thing!)
I stayed home to man the door. (Yowser, I know! We really do get that many Trick or Treaters.)
...and let me tell you, it was time WELL spent. The house felt a little stuffy, so I cracked the window to the study and assumed my perch at the computer to listen for the doorbell. In doing so, I overhead some dandy conversations. I love the dialogue that results from younger siblings being put in the temporary care of slightly older siblings, while parents wait patiently out on the sidewalk or in the car.
Here's a sample of some of my favorite eavesdropping moments:
~"Watch out for that jack-o-lantern, Billy! Remember 'bout jack-o-lanterns? Do you wanna burn your butt again?"
~"Gross, take your finger out of your nose! Wipe it on your pants before you ring the bell."
~"Wait, Sam! You're not supposed to do that! Close the door, then ring the doorbell!"
~"I think I have more candy than you. ...You don't. ...I totally do."
~"You didn't even dress up and everybody thinks you're cute. It's just stupid."
~"Gimme one of your Snickers. ...What's a snicker? You mean, like, my shoe?"
I was ROLLING. I seriously had to muffle my laughter with my hands several times to keep from snorting. This may be my new Halloween tradition - send Sophs out with Russ and sit by an open window waiting for Trick or Treaters back at the house. Little kids are hysterical! Now I remember what I loved about teaching.
Of course, there were some mean kids, too. I forget about that 'til I hear stuff like:
"There's that wimpy kid over there. Remember that dork? Let's go knock his bag out of his hand again."
I almost went out and got into a rumble with some bratty teenagers. Man, some kids should just be rounded up and quarantined until they're human again. I was one of those at thirteen. Although my pleasantries were reserved for my family.
Despite a couple groups of loud and rowdy teenagers staying out way too late, sharing their obnoxiousness with everyone, it was such a great evening. True to form, Sophie was a hoot - socializing with everybody she met on the sidewalk, asking them what they were 'sposed to be and wishing them a good night! (Yelled, of course, at the top of her lungs.)
The funniest moment was when she went over to the neighbors' house. They had several people visiting together in the living room, along with a sparkly, glowing, flashing pumpkin on the table by the door (the combination of which apparently said "party" to Sophie). She rang the doorbell and immediately when Sarah came to the door, Sophie said, "OH! Are you guys having a party?"
Sarah replied, "Not really a party. Just some family over."
Sophie: "It looks like a party! ...Am I invited?"
I was saying, "Sophie! You don't invite yourself...", at the same time Sarah was saying, "Sure! Come on in and join us!"
Sophie turned to me and announced, "Mama, I'm invited to this party. I'll be back over to our house in a little bit. See you later!"
The whole living room erupted with laughter.
Back at the house, Russ and Sophie went through the haul - looking for opened (and therefore, of course, poisoned) candy, razor blades, needles, and other killer whatnot. Sophie didn't have a clue what we were doing, she just knows we have to inspect stuff first, so it was all good. No paranoia passed on for Halloween.
Sophie's favorite "scores" of the evening:
Some Dracula teeth, fittingly renamed her "Poodle teeth"...
And a sucker the size of her head from Jacob and Michelle...
Sugar, sugar, SUGAR!! See how tired Russ and I look and how not tired the Sophster looks? Winding down for bedtime was an extra special treat. =)