Halloween night, the small one got invited to go trick or treating with his school friend. We live in the countryside so from his very first Halloween at three months old, we have buckled his little dressed up self, safely into the car and spent the evening driving from Nanny to grandad and Uncle to Aunt in a quest to fill his little pumpkin shaped bucket.
Unlike me, he had never experienced the thrill of running up a garden path… ringing a doorbell… standing back to wait eagerly for it to be opened… the trick or treat chorus… or the end treasure… a handful of monkey nuts, an apple or a few pennies. How all that’s changed… Now behind those closed doors lie boxes filled with party bags, filled with candy, ready to be handed out to little dressed up ghouls and ghosts. By the third house the small one had got the hang of it and was gone like a bat out of hell, up and down the driveways of the estates, eyes and smile growing madly wider behind his zombie painted face, as his overflowing pumpkin bucket (yes we still use it) had to be replaced by a larger festive bag. Click here for Recipe