When you get to my door, tell 'em Boris sent you.
Monkey and Batman had a good Halloween.
Monkey got tired halfway through and insisted on being carried. Batman decided he would only trick-or-treat at houses with Halloween decorations. Good Halloween decorations, not just a pumpkin or two in the yard.
They got a satisfactory amount of treats and then returned home to watch Happy Feet. I suggested something more seasonally appropriate: The Great Pumpkin, perhaps.
"Tomorrow," Batman said.
"But Halloween will be over tomorrow."
"No it won't! Halloween can't be over until we've had Halloween at both grandma's houses. And we haven't had Halloween at Grandma Watson's house yet."
I've always found the transition between October and November a little jarring.
So maybe Halloween is officially over tomorrow. I'm still not ready to swap pumpkins and autumn weather for holly and snow. Not ready to trade Bobby Pickett for Mariah Carrey and Nat King Cole. Maybe in another month or so. But tomorrow, the holiday floodgates will open. It will be all jingle bells, all the time.
So who knows. Maybe we will watch The Great Pumpkin, and listen to Click Clack Boo a few more times, and leave our styrofoam tombstones up for another few days. And if any trick or treaters wander by for seconds, they'll be in luck. We have plenty of candy left to give away.