As I write this, it’s the early afternoon of Halloween, and we’ve already been visited by a couple of trick-or-treaters. Impressive? Even more than you might think.
When we lived in Toronto, we could get trick-or-treaters as early as 5 p.m. That’s when some young parents took out their really young children (virtual toddlers, in some cases) for their first or second Halloween evening. But most kids showed up between 6 p.m. and 9 p.m. However, here in Daglan, we have that record beat by a mile.
It all began on Friday afternoon, with a very soft, very polite knock at the front door. By the time I reached the door and opened it, two young girls were already walking away from the house. I didn’t recognize them at first, because they were dressed as witches. But they are the grand-daughters of one of our neighbours.
Holding up their goody bags, they made it clear that they were here to collect their candies. “But,” I said, “it’s not Halloween today. Halloween is on Monday!”
“We know,” they said, “but we’re going back to Paris on the weekend!”
With some fast thinking on the part of my wife and me, we scraped together a few euros, plus some dark chocolate wafers for them.
Very resourceful, these kids!