I'm crazy tennis-rackets-hands man! Gimme some candy!

We had a pretty successful evening of trick-or-treaters this evening. We probably had 30 kids or so, and they pretty much cleaned us out. The number of TOTers we get has grown steadily as the neighborhood has developed. (I can’t believe this was our THIRD Halloween in our house!) Because Miles barks his little head off every time the doorbell rings, he and Aaron watched Monday Night Football upstairs while I handled the kids, the wine, and the viewing of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Which, by the way, I totally loved. I was surprised at the number of kids who were being followed by their parents in a car. I understand (and like) that families come to our neighborhood who don’t live here, we’re one of the few in the area with well-lit streets and actual sidewalks. But it was a fabulous night, perfect for walking the ‘hood, meeting other kids and having a good time. Maybe I’m missing something, but it seems like it would be a much better option to park the car and walk. You get more time with the kiddos AND keep cars off the street when they are running around. At around 9, we figured we were about done with the festivities, and Aaron and Miles came downstairs. Not five minutes later, the doorbell rings. Miles, of course, goes nuts. I grab the candy and open the door to find a woman on the sidewalk and two girls halfway down the street. Miles goes running out into the yard. As soon as they all see him, we all start laughing hysterically… apparently Miles’ bark is quite scary from the other side of the door! They thought we had some huge dog that was going to tear them apart, not a scrawny 20-lb. fuzzball. I loaded their bags full of candy to make up for scaring the daylights out of them. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!