The first girl that came to the door with her littel sister was about 10 or 11. I opened the door and she said the obligatory "treat or treat". But how she said it was a different matter... god, she was about as thrilled as if she were getting a tooth filling! I said "geez - you sound enthusiastic". Her reply (remember, from a 10 year old) "oh. It's dark, you know, and I'm tired." IT WAS 6:30PM!!!! I shoudln't have given her anything. but I did anyway....
Later we had a brother and sister show up. The brother was about 8 or so and he apparently was a pit crew memeber for Dale Jr. Jokingly I said "If you'r a junior fan I can't give you candy!" He just looked at me - completely uncomprehending. So I tried again. "You're a number 8 fan??" He looked at me and said "I don't know what that means." I almost died laughing! His sister (probably about 10) pointed to his hat and said "Dale Jr. is number 8" All I got from the little boy was an "oh" (unenthusiastically). I gave him candy anyway. He seemed to have plenty of other problems. (*like a lack of personality...)
But the cutest was the little 1.5 year old dog.
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