Lock, Shock and Barrel plus one

Here's the munchkins, post-Trick or treating, pre-tummyaches. After the trunk or treat we ran home so Rhiannon could get a little candy begging in. She spent the entire trunk or treat in daddy's "Haunted Castle" passing out goodies with the sweetest "Happy Halloween" you could want from a zombie cheerleader. Ethan was on scare duty, but lost interest when other kids asked if they could stay and scare people, too. Bronwyn is in that cute stage where they like to pick things up and put them in a container so at the trunks where they said "Help yourself" she helped herself 2 and 3 times before I could get her away. After we got home and exhausted the neighborhood, the kids cleaned up, brought their sleeping bags into the family room for a little "Nightmare Before Christmas" and proceeded to sort out their candy. They only keep what they really want and give the rest to the Great Pumpkin who returns the favor with a gift. They usually give up about half and Quinlan still has to be convinced that it's a good thing. Then the gorging begins. 24 hours of unbridled ecstasy, the only delays are when mom can't open the package fast enough. Then we scrape them off the ceiling, pick up the inevitable trash and cure their tummy and headaches with real food. By the time they're done with their candy, they're so sick of it that they don't ask for treats for a good week or so. And I 'm not doling out a piece a day with kids in a constant sugar high until Thanksgiving. The other two pics are priceless. Quinlan insists on cross dressing and don't try to tell him he can't do something because he's a boy. I think he'll be a good lawyer for the ACLU someday. Bronwyn makes this cute face whenever you wink at her. She's such a doll!