Candyland

Halloween day began with the girls fighting over an imaginary lollipop. Allison Clare was holding it. Gillian wanted a lick. Allison Clare refused. Gillian got a lick in and then scooted away. Allison Clare strode over to Gillian, swiped the air in front of her sister's face, and then returned to report cheerily to me, "I took the lick back."

But now the house is full of real candy because it rained tonight, so we had reduced traffic at our front door and have lots of leftovers. Plus we were walking the girls up our block for part of the time--slowly, as we were toddling at Gillian's pace--so we weren't manning our front door to give out the candy the whole time and missed some of the trick-or-treaters. When we were across the street at the neighbor's house, we actually saw someone go up to our door (we had turned the porch light off while we weren't home, but some little ones are undeterred). Allison Clare yelled, "Hey! There's someone going to my house!" I wanted to pretend it wasn't our house, though, because it was kind of sad--the little kid stood there for a minute, confused. But then we got there and handed out a few hundred pieces of candy while Gilly and AC rejoiced over their little hauls and the rare liberty of eating as much candy as they wanted. At one point, Allison Clare was eating three kinds at once--one hanging out of her mouth, and one in each hand.