This year was the first year in several that our church’s Fall Festival did not fall on Halloween night. So we decided to take the kids out for Trick or Treating. Which I think is harmless fun. Just my opinion.
Indian Princess. I guess I should say Native American this day and age?
You have got to see these photos of one of our neighbor’s house. He brings new meaning to Griswold, even though it is Halloween.
One of us scared a pre-teen girl half to death:
And one of the neighbors on her OWN porch:
You just can’t take a headless guy out to dinner, so we made him change into something a little less dramatic:
My complaint for the night: kids appearing TOO OLD to be participating in the festivities running amok in the neighborhood. I am thinking that by age twelve-ish, your trick or treating days are basically over. Just my opinion.
And I’d like to just take a minute to give thanks for two little bits of goodness: the Heath Bar and Milk Duds. Manna from Heaven.