Our neighborhood is a destination neighborhood for trick-or-treating, so perhaps it is a little ironic we went to a different neighborhood. We joined our friends in the Frank Lloyd Wright neighborhood of Oak Park. The houses are beautiful, but farther apart and lots of stairs. It was pouring the whole time. We were exhausted when we decided to head back to our car, but Henry kept wanting to knock on the doors we passed, so we were really, really tired by the time we were done. I made the mistake of not bringing a stroller for Gigi which was a huge mistake.
They were soaked through, but had lots of great candy to show for it. (The very best candy, a full-size Fannie Mae mint chocolate bar was confiscated for scientific purposes.) We went home with the plans that Nick would take the kids out in our neighborhood, but he didn't get home in time. Still, I think the kids had as much fun passing out candy as they did collecting it.
Amy helped us pass out candy to the literally hundreds of trick-or-treaters. We once again had lots of adults (many without any children) asking for candy, including a couple sets of adults that rang our doorbell an hour-and-a-half after trick-or-treating was shutdown. Also, a hint for those who are out collecting candy: If you are planning on going to a house more than once to ask for candy, make sure your costume is not too memorable (for example, age-inappropriately sexy, overly gory, or super low-effort). Even with more than three hundred people, I will remember you and not give you more candy.
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