Sweets

It happened.

And my kids' teeth are worse for it.

Funny story is, I actually never have been trick-or-treating. It just wasn't totally our thing growing up. 

Don't get me wrong, we always did something fun, something to look forward to, I don't feel deprived. But for some reason, this year I couldn't get my ducks in a row, my plans made, my shipping costs avoided to arrange some super cute, memorably matching statement costumes. 

But, once last night was last night, I realized I just couldn't let my sweets suffer a shortage of sugar, and a dress-up trunk stocked by Nana came to the rescue for one. 

And that laundry I finally got to washing and folding had reminded me of the other's Superman shirt...

it works.

Yes...

we really went all out.

As in, not at all.

Anyway, the hero got home, changed the front door light, pulled out the pumpkins (also provided by Nana),

rehearsed the phrases, complete with orders to smell their feet and threats if they do not dare...

and they were off

into the sunset.

Giving me time to sit myself down on the front steps

cuddled up with the sweets

enjoying more than just a few...