Halloween is not a British holiday. Our neighborhood is so filled with expats, however, that it is catching on. Margot was Cinderella for Halloween. This was quite easy as she dresses in her gown most afternoons anyway.
We attended a Halloween parade two weeks ago, where all the American kiddies marched up and down the High Street in costume. Moms, American Moms, dressed as witches were stationed at key spots to distribute candy. As it was October 13, we got a lot of confused looks from the locals. Then, we all marched to the local cinema where they had a screening of Monsters, Inc. Margot loved the event, but any holiday that involves chocolate is a sure-fire hit.
Margot, Owen & I went trick-or-treating on Wednesday night after tea (translation: tea=dinner for kiddies at 5pm). We finally got a glimpse inside the gorgeous house on the corner of our street. Now I can stop peeking through the fence wondering how the other half lives. Very nicely, apparently.
We heard scoop of which streets actually “do” Halloween. We wandered over and joined the masses of Americans and “new adopters” of our spooky holiday. Margot had been practicing saying “trick-or-treat” but didn’t get up the nerve at any of the homes. “I’ll just smile at them,” she told me. That worked.
We collected about 10 pieces of candy when Margot became aware of kids in masks, followed by a freak-out. The timing was perfect. We went home. It was all over in about 30 minutes.
Oh, and Owen was a dragon. Margot collected candy for Owen, and decided she could eat it for him. So thoughtful.
Enjoy some photos.
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