We’re out of candy, kids

The kids who aren’t loved or parented enough by their parents aside, and the teens who just show up in their daily casual clothes notwithstanding, we’ve had fun with the visitors. And we’ve come to learn this is a ridiculously high-traffic neighborhood for grubby little hands.

So next year I’m putting up a sign that says “You must be shorter than this and dressed in a costume to receive candy.”

Though the adult dad who came to the door in traditional Robin Hood tights pushing his daughter in a stroller was worth seeing. The teenager with a lit cigarette wasn’t really necessary.

Here are my two favorites from the evening:

dinosaur

scarecrow

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