Sure, I like seeing my kids all dressed up in cute costumes and I enjoy the time spent walking down the sidewalk with my husband while they go door to door begging for candy.
But that's not why I love it.
I love it because I have, at my disposal, three huge bags full of candy to choose from. Three.
I was digging through Elliot's bag tonight (he seems to always get the good stuff-I taught him well) and he said "mom, that's my candy!". And I, the perfect and caring mom I am, replied "kid, I birthed you. I'm entitled to some of your chocolaty treats".
And somehow he understood what I was saying and handed over the bag willingly.
We actually kind of cheated this year. We went Trick-or-Treating 2 days. First, we went in my mother-in-law's neighborhood. That was a bust. Not sure why.
There's nothing better than pulling up to someone's house in a stretch limousine asking for candy. Yeah, we got some looks.
I didn't go in costume this year, but my husband did. He went as an eharmony reject: