Boo!

My brother and I took a lady bug and Captain America out trick or treating tonight with a pirate and a bride. When we started the evening, Captain America was like a wild thing. He bounced from house to house, hooting and hollering like a Halloween lunatic. Seven zig zagging blocks later and the Captain had deflated. He couldn’t even carry his own bucket of candy anymore.

I egged him on, urged him forward. We were six blocks from home and there were still porch lights on. “Come on, dude. Put some effort into it.”

I remember the previous year which houses gave away the full size candy bars and shoved him up those walkways. We were almost to the house where the retired Ringling Bros clown lived – there’s no way we weren’t going there. He whined and pissed and moaned. I carried his shield and mask and eventually the candy bucket. He begged me to carry him. He wanted to go back and get the car. When I refused that he then suggested I go get our wagon and tow him from house to house. I assured him that walking was the price one paid for a bucket of candy.

Even with all the bitching, we had a good time and made a pretty good haul. There were several houses that really got into the festivities and that’s always fun. There were even a couple of zombies roaming the streets.

And Captain American kept wishing everyone Happy Hanukkah. I don’t know what that’s all about but you have to agree it was funny.