I love our neighborhood. We go house to house, the adults chatting it up with the other groups of adults, while we all watch the kids race from house to house in feverish excitement. Griffin made it for about half of the trick or treating, until he turned to me, grabbed my hand and told me he was ready to go home. We said goodbye to our group and headed home.
We had quite a walk back so I asked him if he'd like to hit some houses up on our way home. He shook his head, smiled and said, "No. I have more than enough candy. My bag is so heavy I can barely lift it as it is!"
I offered to carry his bag, but he refused. I think the heavy spider bag bursting with candy was his badge of honor.
The rest of our group made it home an hour or so later. The kids promptly dumped out their goodies and started a candy trade fest in between fighting over who got to answer our door and hand out candy to the trick or treaters.
It was a perfect holiday. Good friends and wonderful kids make for a great tradition.



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