This funny conversation took place in my house earlier this evening…
Maia: Who’s taking us trick or treating tonight?
Me: I am. Daddy’s staying here to give out candy.
Maia: Well, somebody better tell him not to scare the pants off the trick or treaters.
Oh yes, Maia knows her father very well. He has a few favorite tricks that he likes to pull every Halloween, like playing haunted house music very loudly out the front window, thumping hard once on the door from the inside just before opening it, or emitting a deep, loud cackling laughter (he has perfected the evil cackle) as he yanks the door open. He has managed to frighten more than one trick or treater in his day, all without dressing up (except for the year he scared the daylights out of a toddler after donning an impromptu mask made from a paper plate). And I do believe he was successful in spooking a few more tonight while we were out.
We live in a very family-friendly neighborhood with lots of kids, so tonight Kent was in his gleeful glory.