On Halloween I did door duty at a friend's house.
The kids came in droves, between 5 and 7pm.
Princesses were big this year. And characters from "Scream." The best was a very original court jester, complete with over-the-top makeup. He was going it alone, too.
Most endearing were the kids who could barely get up the stairs, and could hardly form the worlds "Twick ow Tweat" - once they remembered what to say, that is. Sometimes the parents had to prompt them. So, so cute.
I was not a fan of those who came with two bags, saying, "One is for my little brother."
Indeed, a few tart things came out of the mouth - especially when big kids with no costumes (or just a mask) came around:
- "No trick-or-treating while talking on the cell phone!"
- "No smoking while trick-or-treating!"*
and my favorite, to a group of three very big "children" wearing hoodies and carrying pillowcases:
- "You're kind of old for this."
- "We're the last generation," they replied.
That one made my night.
*This reminds me of what came out of the mouth on my first trip to Mysore, when I saw a fellow AYRI student sucking on a cigarette - after hearing him brag ad nauseum about being a yoga instructor back home. "So, yoga teachers smoke now?" Suddenly, I was the only one left at the table.