Call It What You Want...

Friday dawned with driving rain. Mark was highly distressed. "I don't want it to be raining on Halloween!" he said, offended.

"Halloween isn't until tomorrow. We have time for the rain to stop."

He was not convinced. He went through the rainy Friday fretting about the weather not shaping up for him. He should not have feared. Saturday was perfect from sunrise until well after sunset -- not too warm (Halloween is supposed to be crisp, after all), but not so cold that a jacket under the costume wouldn't suffice.

The boys were adorable.

Mark chose to be a firefighter again (third year running -- he likes what he likes, and I like not having to come up with a costume).

Adam didn't want to be "anyfing" but after some consideration, agreed to be Bob the Builder. All the ingredients were around the house: a pair of overalls (he eschews them generally, but was willing to wear them for the day), a plaid shirt of Mark's (big enough to fit over his jacket), hard hat and tools fitted into one of Mark's belts.

Highlights:

* An autistic neighbor boy, seeing Adam in costume, started singing the Bob the Builder theme song. He was still singing it later when we saw him again. He was very excited by it.

* A group of neighbors had set up a block party on their cul-de-sac, complete with fire pits and candy all around the circle. They were also sharing supper together and having a great time (what a great idea!).

* Buckets full of candy. Wow.

* Awesome pumpkins carved by Tim, the king of pumpkin carving. This year we had a steamroller and a train engine.

Here are the intrepid trick-or-treaters, ready to go.
(Please note the pliers, ready to fall out of the belt. They did, within three houses, but when we went back, we found them.)