“It’s the one night of the year I don’t hate little children.” – Stefanie Fox 2013
My wife and daughter love Halloween. Seriously. Love is not too strong a word.
We were prepared. A spider web was hung in front of our house. Pumpkins were placed strategically near the door. We stocked enough candy to open an all-night convenience store next to a marijuana dispensary!
I expected the first of the little ones around 4:00 PM. Nothing.
As the afternoon continued, I tweeted:
5:50 PM PDT. No trick or treaters yet. I am crushed. We have candy. Come on down.
And then, just as the Sun was setting, they arrived in clusters of two, three and four. Their parents stood safely nearby, letting the kids approach the house on their own.
It was perfect. Most of them were young–under five. All of them were adorable. The costumes were sweet.
In our neighborhood, loaded with recent immigrants from Asia, we had some kids trick or treating for the first time. At least one girl knew how to say, “Thank you,” but no other English words. Her father said she’d only arrived this month.
Through it all Doppler and Roxie entertained in their Halloween costumes. Though they both barked and Roxie was often defensive toward the kids, they kept their costumes on and didn’t make a fuss.
Halloween in Irvine was a success.