It's fair to say that Team Testosterone takes Halloween VERY seriously. They costumed up directly after school and we swung by Grandma A's house first because she loves the boys and they love her. (Look at her--ready for the trick-or-treaters--you love her too, don't you?)
After giving love to Grandma A (and Grandpa B), we turned west and joined our old neighbors for the rest of the night. A, the H's second daughter takes Halloween even MORE seriously than Team Testosterone. She has a map of the region with notations like "gives out full-sized candy bars" and "teacher--gives homework passes." Just before the 2 hour trick-or-treating extravaganza commenced, A told the boys, "I don't know if Mr. G should come. I'm planning to move pretty fast, so if you can't keep up, you should stick with the moms and the little kids."
I pointed out that Mr. G has been in candidate training and his weekly 3 mile run should have him in tip-top shape for the night. She nodded and at precisely 5 o'clock took off like a bat out of hell down the street, Team Testosterone keeping pace. (Oh, and her costume? Was fabulous--she was the zebra from Madagascar 3--wrapped herself in zebra stripe duct tape and stuck a rainbow afro wig on her head. Love that girl.)
Darned if those four kids didn't turn up 2 hours later and they weighed their bags on the H's bathroom scale. Somehow A's bag weighed a full half-pound more than the boys'.
The money house of the year? Some guy giving out cotton candy. Verdict? If you want the Best Halloween Ever, you stick with A. She'll run you ragged and work you to the bone, but you'll end up with all the candy you'll need for at least a year.