Last year I got T&T duty with our youngest (our oldest is much happier to trick-or-treat several streets away from us); this year it's Laura's turn. So here I sit & write as costumed children wend their way up the walk to holler the traditional dare (or greeting it is, by now), Trick or Treat!
Because our uphill neighbors are closer to the main street, they get the kids first. And bless their hearts (really, Rich & Ronda!), they're giving out King-Size candybars this year! Which is great if you're a high-metabolism pre-teen or a hyper-active Halloween candy-hauler. But as the Scroogey neighbor downhill who's handing out chintzy fun-size candy bars, the trick's on me. After a half-pound Snickers bar from next door, our half-ounce Baby Ruths look kind of bargain-basement to all but the most clueless of kids.
So not only am I missing out on the fun of being out with the family, I'm also the dad with the bad candy back at the ranch. O well. My spiritual vitality index was needing a dose of humility this week. And there's nothing like an eleven-year-old tricker-treater to do that for you-- when she makes the "L"-oser handsignal to the other pre-teens coming up the drive!
Don’t eat with people who are stingy; don’t desire their delicacies. “Eat and drink,” they say, but they don’t mean it. They are always thinking about how much it costs. Proverbs 22:6-7Ouch!
