Trick or Treat

Ashlyn’s log: Day 559

Friday I discovered this strange custom called trick or treating. At first I didn’t know what to make of it. It was dark, and lots of other kids were running around. People kept putting stuff in my bag. Finally Bob let me take whatever it was in my hand and then wanted me to put it in the bag...I wasn't born yesterday. It was candy, and I knew if it went in the bag I would never see it again. However, when we got to the next trunk I found it impossible to take the next piece of candy with the Hershey bar in my hand. The marshmallow/gummy eyeball was too enticing, so I surrendered the chocolate to the bag. Bob/mom finally let me suck on a Dum Dum given to us by a girl that looked like a BYU cougar cheerleader (go cougars!) and eat some popcorn while we watched a costume parade led by a man dressed in a kilt.

When we got home we were pleased with our loot. I was generous enough to offer the marshmallow/gummy eyeball to my mom...she wasn't born yesterday either. She had bartered for a few Almond joys as her fee for the evening. When the photo shoot was over the candy was slipped back into the bag and placed in the middle of the kitchen table. My Kermit jacket was removed and my parents proceeded to get things ready for bed. When they left the room I seized the opportunity (quietly...maybe too quietly) to climb up on the table get my loot back. It was my cute face that had gotten the candy in the first place right. I decided to get up, and stand up for my rights. Unfortunately, I've discovered that wrappers are a little tricky, and I only managed a few sucks on a root beer dum dum when I was caught red handed. I ran for it, but no mercy was shown. Life's not fair folks.

Ashlyn's log: Day 560
Managed to get my hands on a box of Dots. I'm long and lean and I always surprise my mom by what I can reach.