It just isn’t Halloween unless my daughter can carve a pumpkin. Kids dressed in super hero outfits and make up, carrying bags stuffed with candy visit the door in search of more sweets. I would think that their parents have enough sense to keep this from happening but they’re standing on the street, beers in hand, waiting to move to the next house.
If it were up to me, I would dump all the candy in the first kid’s bag and be done for the night. But my wife, Anita thinks that is not sporting. She insists on handing out one or two pieces per annoying kid. As you can imagine, this results in additional hours of candy distribution to more annoying children and their sloppy drunk parents.
Tell me again, what is the point of this holiday?
