I miss the Halloween neighborhood. Our two bad boys used to have so much fun. Not to mention my DH, who would bury one of our marine VHF handheld radios in the pine tree by the front door and have the other one In his hand in the darkened living room. As the kids came up, the tree would say how nifty their outfits were. They would run up and down our front porch looking for the voice.
The boys... Well. One would dress up as a scarecrow and play dead in a lawn chair, then stand up as the kids arrived. Offering candy, of course. The other sometimes sat in the van in the driveway and would give a short blast of the horn... Till we advised him otherwise.
One year as a bunch of kids approached the front door, we heard their mother say, "Now remember, this is a house with teenagers!" I said to my husband, "And you are one of the teenagers!"
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