The boys' buckets were so full that we had to pass up most of the houses on the last half mile home. They were such troopers and so enthusiastic with their "trick or treat"s and so very polite with their "thank you"s. I was a happy mama.
The last few blocks before our house were pitch black without any street lights and I pointed out The Big Dipper and the North Star. The boys oohed and aahed and complained very little about their sore feet and heavy buckets.
Dinner was had, candy was eaten, showers were taken, and kids were tucked into bed.
Man, I love Halloween.