On Halloween night, Mister and I hung out with friends and their family. There were about a jillion trick-or-treaters, good food for all of us and excellent company. Truly – it was a swell time.

 

I super-enjoyed the evening as a whole, but I did have a favorite part. After the house kid-lets were back from gathering candy and the flow of costumed stranger-kids had slowed to a trickle, we and our friends settled down and relaxed. That was when our friends’ kid started yelling, “Cupcakes! Cupcakes!” and raced through the house like a mad man. Apparently a neighbor had brought the kid a gift of cupcakes earlier in the day and his mom (our friend) had told him he had to wait until after dinner. And he had. But when he got the all-clear for that sugar rush, the kid flipped! He sat out on the front porch, watching the few remaining trick-or-treaters and gobbling that cupcake. One of our friends popped in and told us all to come check out what was happening. We walked outside and that’s when we saw it: black frosting all over the kid’s mouth.

 

 

For the record – the frosting stained his little cheeks and fingers and it was a hoot. Personally, I’d like to send a note of gratitude to that cupcake-baking neighbor. Thanks to her, I got one heck of a big belly laugh that night.

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