Treating

I came home briefly for dinner, and I just happened to still be in when three trick-or-treaters knocked on my door. All I had to give were the Mounds bars that my parents sent me, but remembering fondly my own Halloween treks through the neighborhood, I decided to share the wealth. Still, I was dismayed to be swarmed by at least half a dozen more kids who saw from a distance the light of my open door. I think there must have been pretty slim pickings here on South Campus. I was rather surprised that the family center, usually willing to send out a mass e-mail for any little thing, did not remind us that we should stock-up.