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The loot

We took our two younger girls and my niece Nicole out to beg candy from people.

Ah yes, a family tradition encouraging our wee ones to solicit sweets from complete strangers. The one day a year where the phrase 'do not take candy from strangers' does not apply. In fact the opposite is encouraged.

We'd brought Nicole home from school with us (my sis is still in the early stages of recovery from her awful surgery) and we hit some houses here in our neighborhood before packing them all up to go to The Rich People's Neighborhood.

Walking around here, we saw perhaps five or six kids. When we got to The Rich Neighborhood, you couldn't drive because the streets were overflowing with little witches and cheerleaders and ghouls and Indiana Jones midgets. I couldn't believe how very many children were marching up and down the sidewalks, bags in hand, parents in tow. As I thanked one elderly gentleman for the candy he'd just dished out to my girls, I mentioned my surprise at the sheer volume of trick or treaters traipsing around.

"Oh, we get about 350 kids ringing our doorbell on Halloween every year"

Yikes.

Here's the token Look At Me Count My Loot picture of Ashley. Cavities are not far behind.

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