Aaarrrrh! Shiver me timbers, it's Trick or Treat night, which for the first time since we've moved to this blooming city, falls on Halloween.
The first year we moved to Harrisburg, when Ashlin was four, Halloween was on a Tuesday, I believe, and the Thursday before, we were all getting ready to go out to dinner, when the doorbell rang, and a cute princess held out a basket and said, "Trick or Treat."
Color me surprised, literally fifteen seconds later, and Ashlin would have missed out on Halloween. While I was still trying to figure out what was wrong with the girl's parents, I mean didn't they get the memo that Halloween was still five days away, Gwen was busy throwing on a costume on Ashlin.
A neighbor later filled us in about the peculiar custom in Central Pennsylvania where they celebrate Trick or Treat night on a different night than Halloween.
Ostensibly this is to fool teenaged hooligans who might be interested more in tricks than in treats, because supposedly they're too confused to know which day is Roll your Neighbor's House Night, although I figured for some time that it was secretly because Jesus didn't want little devil worshipping Batmen and Hannah Montanas going door to door with their sacrilegious greetings of Happy Halloween on Halloween. It wasn't until two years later, when Ashlin compared notes with a friend at school that I learned the real reason: different neighborhoods celebrate Trick or Treat night on different nights of the week, which means seven nights of candy heaven for the ingenious kids who can score the rides.
In any case, here it is, Thursday, and the girls are all decked out for their night to stock up on their sweet tooth fixes. Ashlin is a spooky vampire, and Sabina is a fire fighting fairy princess. Except she decided the fire fighter's hat was too hard to keep on.
Gwen is a witch, and I, courtesy of Diana Sheppard, am a swashbuckling pirate, complete with ship, and flying the Jolly Rogers! I was the hit of the neighborhood! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, aaarrrh!