October 31st, 2011 by Regina Brett
For the first time ever, our house was dark on Halloween.
On Sunday, I dropped off little bags of candy to every child on our street so they wouldn't feel neglected tonight.
I just had to be at my grandbabies' house to watch them go Trick Or Treating. Asher, who is 2, had insisted that he go as a tractor, Daddy go as a farmer, Baby Ainsley go as a cow and Mommy go as a hamster.
Mommy worked hard to turn boxes into a strap-on John Deere, complete with a steering wheel, headlights, and a red triangle Slow Moving Vehicle sign on the back. She bought a fluffy white fleece sleeper for Ainsley and sewed black felt blobs all over it to make her look like a Holstein calf.
Daddy ended up going as a football player. (I hope he can get that waterproof mascara off that he smudged under his eyes to look tough.) Mommy ended up wearing the tractor costume because Asher took it off as soon as they walked down the driveway. At least he kept on the straw hat so he looked like the farmer who owned the tractor.
They had a ball. So did I watching them run from house to house. Asher came back with a pumpkin bag full of candy. "Look!" he yelled as soon as he got home, then reached in and dug out a pile of brightly colored...leaves.
"Leaves! Leaves!" he said, so excited. They were so pretty he collected them along with the candy. He's never had candy, so he wasn't sure what all that stuff in the wrappers was. He was just excited to be part of the excitement.
The Kodak moment for me was watching him sit next to his mom on the steps eating cookies and milk together as the last of the kids stumbled home and the Halloween candles flickered in the breeze. Asher was grinning bigger than the smile on the pumpkin next to him.