The hubby bought candy. So did I. Oops. Total number of small children: about 10. Medium-sized children: 1. “Take some more” can only be repeated so many times and be gotten away with when the child’s mom or dad is standing right there knowing full well what you’re up to: better your fight with yourselves than ours with our kids, was the unspoken smiling conversation.
Where are the towering greedy teenagers in goofy outfits when you need them?
I put Michelle’s jack o’lantern on the back patio afterwards to see, today, if the wild things might take interest. The wild things’ reaction was they weren’t going anywhere near that scarecrow head–we had a squirrel-free zone and even ground-bird-free zone all the way till this afternoon, till finally one towhee braved that patio. Did I get to see gray squirrels doing the bobbing-apple dive for the seeds or the peanut butter I put inside that pumpkin? Did I get to videotape baby black squirrels climbing through eyeballs? No I did not. Two finally showed up and only one so much as deigned to sniff in poor Jack’s direction. Rejection is brutal.
I AM slow sometimes! Oh well. Now you know what I’m doing next year, and the cash outlay will actually be less.
Except for a small bag of Reese’s. For that one eight-year-old. And maybe (not that I’m admitting it) me.