We then did a little trick or treating (very socially unresponsible I realize but no one was excreting anything by this point)
We got home just in time to answer the door for a van full of . . . . immagrants. . . . . of all ages. The coversation went something like this:
C- oh and where's your costume
young boy - this is my costume
-dropping candy into pillow cases-
C-arent you a little old to be trick or treating
man older than C in regular clothes - silent
-dropping more candy into pillow cases-
C handed out the rest wished them a happy halloween and they left
N came home for school the next day and said that his teacher asked how everyones halloween was and what their favorite part was to which he said. My favorite part was when my dad asked the van full of Canadians what their cotume was and he said "this is my costume" that was really funny.
M - what did your teacher say:
N - nothing
M-perfect
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