so halloween was pretty awesome this year. i dressed as a cat, sara a fairy, beth a mouse, and talmage a prince. we had some people over to the apartment and played some games. somewhere around 8:30 when guests were still arriving the doorbell rang.
sara was like "stacie it's children!"
it took me a second to register, but then i was like, "oh trick-or-treaters!"
i grabbed our freshly stocked candy bowl and ran downstairs.
i opened the door and there was nobody there.
i walked further out and could see a man walking towards me and all i could think about was our friend jenn telling us that some gangs in greenville were planning on stabbing people on halloween night.
thank goodness that this non-violent man's precious children heard me yell to sara "did you lie to me about the kids" because they ran from around the corner towards me, otherwise i wasn't sure how i was going to exchange candy for a stabbing.
i was so overwhelmed with excitment that i lowered my bowl of candy and let the three kids pick their candy. the two older kids humbly took one piece but the 3 year old grabbed a big handful. that was when i realized i had broken the all-time trick-or-treat rule.
i was supposed to hand them candy. never in my life was i allowed to choose what candy i got. it was always fate that decided whether or not you got the milkduds or that dreaded black and orange candy.
had i known that those kids were going to be our only treaters i would have given them more.
needless to say, i was super stoked to have my first trick-or-treater experience and i just had to share.
