Has something changed since my trick-or-treating days? Quite a few of the kids
last night looked into my house through the open door and said, "Wow, your house
is big!" One little boy, not more than about 8 or 9, told me gravely, "You have a
beautiful house."
I thanked him, of course.
The
littlest ones just kept trying to toddle in. I don't know whether that was because
they liked the house or if they just think that that's what you do when a door is
open; you go through it. I have two theories on all of this:
1. Their
eyes are dazzled. The front room in my house is a living room we don't use much.
It currently contains a sum total of two bikes (hiding behind a half wall) and a
ping-pong table, folded. In other words, it's nearly empty. The room has white
walls and a white-ish tile floor. They're coming in from the dark. Maybe it just
looks all big and shiny.
2. They're brown-nosing in hopes of getting
more candy. Seems unnecessary, on Hallowe'en, but I don't suppose they've acquired
the concept of "enough" chocolate. (Neither have many adults.)
Of for
a fun day of team building, including a round of disc golf, then off for the
races.