GM announced today that grandpa would be trick or treating as an "old goat." I wonder if grandpa knew about that. He was very serious about the idea, not quite understanding the underlying context. I burst out laughing every time he brought it up.
About 6, he headed out to make our rounds, knocking on neighbors doors and getting more candy than we will ever eat. All night long we heard (jokingly), stinky, p-u, don't come near me! It seemed that being a skunk was scarier than dressing as a ghost or ghoul. One guy jumped out from the bushes, GM turned around and yelled, "you better watch out, or I'll spray!"
I'm glad the night is over and we won't need to peruse the neighborhood again for sweets until next year. It was fun to see GM's face light up as he got candy, and hearing him thank people without prompting. But, it was tiring, GM was in a hurry to get to the next house, he kept announcing, "one down, lots to go." He had also snuck some chocolate before heading out, so he was buzzed on sugar and not listening nearly as well as usual. As much as I love Halloween, I'm glad I have another 12 months before we'll have to see it again.