But after she and Herr Dr. Delagar carved the pumpkin (a cat pumpkin, and very impressive indeed) and it was out on the porch and our first few Trick or Treaters arrived (we only got about a dozen all night, because Trick or Treat is EVIL in Pork Smith, the local Pentecostals preaching violently against it, and most people not participating, to the extent that the city has developed a code system -- if you are participating, you turn on your porch light and put out a pumpkin, and if you aren't, you don't: I'd say one house in six, if that, was participating in our neighborhood last night).
Anyway, after about 20 minutes, the kid got restless and began looking very gloomy. "We can still go out," I told her.
"I don't have a costume," she said.
So we built a costume -- a hat with ears, and I painted a nose and whiskers, we put a skirt over her leggings, and she was...well, I guess she was the Crazy Cat Lady.
We had an excellent time wandering the neighborhood, knocking on the cool houses -- despite the preaching, many people had gone all out, decorating their houses, and those who had pumpkins, had fine ones. Also it was a chilly brisk night, cold and clear, with a nearly full moon: Halloween weather. I told her about Halloween when I was a kid, when we roamed the streets in packs, without any adults around, and every house gave out candy, none of this "we don't believe in Halloween," because anyone who didn't give us candy got TP'd or their trash cans knocked over. Hah!
"Not that I'm in favor of that behavior," I added hastily.
Now the kid is eating the candy she is allergic too. I have warned her she will be sorry. She says she'll be sorry later. Right now it is good candy.
Yeah, she's growing up.