We had a lot of trick-or-treaters last night. In fact, we ran out of candy. I didn’t buy all that much because last year we only had four or five kids come to the door, but last night we had lots. I was there for the funniest event of the night, but unfortunately I was out of the room for the cutest costume.

Funniest event: a little boy in a bee costume, probably about 2, came to the door with his big sister while their parents waited in the driveway. They rang the doorbell, we gave them their treats, complimented them on their costumes, and wished them a happy Halloween. Mr. Bee just stood there, looking into the house. The mom called to him to go to her, but he didn’t. He just stood there, looking confused. Then he pointed into the house, as if he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t going in. His sister said, “He went all the way into the last house!”

Finally, his mom had to come pick him up and carry him away. From his perspective, I can see why it would be confusing. Really, when else do you go up to a house and then not go in? It could be confusing for a little kid.

Cutest: our little neighbor Isaac went as a French person. He wore a black and white striped shirt, a beret, and had a baguette. I’m so mad I missed it.