Last year, we decked J.J. out in an infant costume, showed him off to the neighbors, and waited and waited (and waited) for the kids, only to have 2 (or 3, it depends on whom you ask) trick-or-treaters. We finally resorted to leaving the bowl of candy on the doorstep and went to Macaroni Grill for some
This year, our little lamb refused to get into costume. And we had a grand total of zero trick-or-treaters.
Once, a car drove by really slow and I got all excited and locked Lillie in our bedroom so she wouldn't scare anyone and I waited and waited (and waited) for the doorbell to ring.
So, if you work with me, I'll be bringing in a bowl of Kit Kat and Whoppers and Milk Duds tomorrow. And if you don't work with me, you may want to come by.
What I'm really bummed about is that next year, when J.J. "gets it" and realizes that by wearing some adorable costume that his grandma made and going door to door begging for treats, he'll come home with a bucketful of sugar, it won't be in our neighborhood. Because, since hardly anyone comes out, hardly any neighbors have candy.
So, if you live in one of those neighborhoods where so many kids come by that you run out of candy and have to hide behind darkened windows so no one knows you're home, I'm green with envy. And, drop me an email and let me know where your neighborhood is, so J.J. can stop by next year.