I've read from various other blogs that the number of trick or treaters wasn't that great this year. Initially, I didn't think I would get any, but they started trickling in eventually. Then, it got to where I was getting engrossed in something on tv, and one would ring the doorbell, then I would be pissed because I was interrupted.
Funny thing, though, it seemed that maybe half the kids that stopped by the house were dressed in costume. The rest in street clothes. What's the deal with that? Some girls wore cheerleading outfits that looked suspiciously like official uniforms. That's cheating! That's like me dressing in scrubs and going out as a nurse. Kids have no imagination today. I blame video games for that. And Barney.
When I was younger, my brothers were the epitome of industrious, imaginative children. They would dress up, go out and hit up the neighborhood. Then, they would return home, change into different costumes, and go out and hit up those same houses again.
But back to the street clothes...
Two boys came to my door, carrying backpacks instead of Halloween buckets or bags. They were dressed in normal street wear. I opened the door and they stood there. Having this expectant look on my face, they both muttered "trick or treat". (That's another thing...a lot of kids didn't say "trick or treat"...they just stared at you with blank expressions and held open their bag...)
Me: What are you two dressed as?
Boy#1: mumbling incoherently...cartoon...more mumbling...booty...more mumbling
Me: Booty scratchers?!?
Boy #1: No...booty snatchers!
Me: (to Boy #2) And what are you supposed to be?
Boy #2: Oh, I just got my ears pierced today.
I turned off my porch light shortly after they left. It was getting late and the children seemed to get weirder and weirder every time I opened the front door.
So this is what Halloween has become? If that is the case, then I am very sad.