We couldn’t find pencils. I suppose that’s what you get for treat shopping the night of Halloween, but the store had an abundance of plastic spider rings, so the quest was not without reasonable hope. (See previous post.)
No matter. We received only one group of trick-or-treaters at our condominium complex, and I thought it might be best to politely answer and say we had nothing. My husband, feeling guilty, grabbed some dark chocolates from the fridge and dumped handfuls into their bags. So much for health consciousness.