We went over to a friend's neighborhood for Trick-or-Treating, as our traditional venue, the godmother's neighborhood was beset by construction, with yawing five-foot-deep trenches that could double as mass graves. Too creepy and dangerous for my blood.
So, my beggars were: Sparkle, a princess in a yellow gown, brocade bodice and pink cloak; Brion, a *Clone* trooper with blue highlights to his armor (they're still good guys during the Clone Wars, you know, and only become bad guys as Imperial Storm Troopers); and Dino, who wore his grandfather's vintage flight suit and bomber jacket from the Vietnam War era, with kewl patches.
We tromped about with Sparkle's best friend, dressed as a Flower Fairy, with pretty ballerina skirts and brigt pink wings, and her little brother dressed as Elmo from Sesame Street. He looked very Muppet-y, indeed.
Sparkle kept doing something that took me a while to figure out. As she came up to the houses, she would ask the adult at the door "Hi! What's your name?"
The adult would answer, "Hi, there. I'm Mrs. Smith," or "I'm Karen."
Whereupon, Sparkle would say, "Hi, Mrs. Smith. Trick or Treat!" or "I'm Princess Sparkle. Trick or Treat!"
It is my opinion that Sparkle was obeying the rule of not taking candy from strangers by introducing herself first.
My children all want to go back to the same neighborhood next year; they got large sized candy and relatively little bubble gum (which they aren't allowed to have. I do trade our candy for it, though, so I don't know why they'd complain.)
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