Halloween is a time to laugh and embrace the macabre while being hopped up on sugar. What's not to love?

I christened a "candy drawer" at work. By the afternoon, I no longer called it that. My stomach gurgled, and I should have felt shame.

I did not. This is a great part about being an adult. No one is stopping you from eating all the candy. While some people are feeling bad for sneaking one more piece, I am swimming in a pile of tiny wrappers.

"Dad, you'll probably want to check our candy to the make sure it's safe, right?" my 6-year-old asked me the morning of trick or treat.

"Yes," I replied, "and to pick out the one's I'm going to steal later."

She laughed at my joke.

"It wasn't a joke," I later whispered to a Kit Kat bar.

Halloween is a time to laugh and embrace the macabre while being hopped up on sugar. What's not to love?

The morning of trick or treat, we carved pumpkins: a unicorn, a cat, a ghost and funny face. My 3-year-old spent the time squishing the giant pile of pumpkin guts. We readied 100 glow sticks and a giant bowl of candy to hand out. Then, my little one decided it was time to put on her witch costume.

"You know, we aren't going out trick or treating until later," I told her.

She shrugged and got dressed. Her dress spread out across the floor as she dropped down to watch cartoons. She adjusted her large pointed hat and sat quietly. When we were all ready, I told her we needed to make a Target run.

"I'm going to wear my costume!" she announced.

Her older sister scoffed. "You are going to wear your costume out at Target?"

She one stood up and straightened her dress. "I like to wear it, and I want everyone to see it," she explained.

As we walked around Target, a woman whispered something to her friend. My daughter looked up at me. "They said I am the cutest," she told me. When she heard another comment, she nudged her sister. "They said I am cute, and they like my costume," she chuckled.

When the rain started to come down really hard, that was our clue trick or treat had begun. Since becoming a father, I've come to realize something about trick or treating. It's the only time of the year where we meet and talk with so many of our neighbors.

Even just smiling and saying "hi," makes the neighborhood better. We walked up as a woman down the street was abandoning her bowl of candy and heading back inside. We talked to her for a second. When we left, instead of going inside, she straightened the bowl and started talking to the next group that came up.

At night, my 3-year-old motioned me close to tell me the next big holiday is Thanksgiving.

"Yes," I nodded. " But before that we have a day scarier than Halloween ... Election Day."

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