Trick-or-Kit-Kat

This year we took to heart the traditional Halloween motto: Be prepared. It's a good thing, too, because we ended up with a record number of trick-or-treaters: 4.


In preparation, I had bought a bag of candy I personally liked, so that in the likely event we had no trick-or-treaters the candy would not go to waste. It's possible that I was hoping we would have no trick-or treaters, because when the first knock sounded the bag of candy wasn't even open.


Superman knocked rather forcefully, and we went into action. I frantically tried to open the bag of Kit Kats, failed, and threw it to Joe and yelled "Open!" while I lunged for the door.


Joe, mistaking "Open!" for a directive to also open the door, collided with the Kit Kats midair. Luckily it was not a giant bag of Kit Kats, or our Halloween might have been spent at the emergency clinic, where medical personnel would have filled out the following report:


Nature of injury: Bruise to left ear
Cause of injury: Giant heat-seeking Kit Kat missile  


The Kit Kat bag appears to have been sealed by someone with a healthy eating agenda, determined that if people are going to eat this junk they may as well work off some calories while opening the bag. Joe frantically struggled to open it, leaving me to entertain Superman and Spider-Man for several seconds, which consisted alternately of them saying "Trick-or-treat!" and me saying, "Aren't you cute!" and whispering fiercely to Joe, "Is it open yet!"


Joe finally plunged a pair of scissors into the bag, which reluctantly yielded up its contents, and in relief I almost threw all the candy at Superman and Spider-Man.


Superman peered at his take closely, and approved it by saying "Awwright! Kit Kat!" This sounded to Joe like a different expression involving "Kick" and another term for donkey, and he was a bit taken aback at Superman's vocabulary until I set him right. We did not get Spider-Man's assessment, as he was already off to the next house, which fortunately for him was just two Spider-Man steps away.


The next group we almost missed, as we were in the basement having family therapy with our furnace, which periodically refuses to work. But Joe got to the door in time to give some Kit Kats to a fairy and another indeterminate girl character, and that proved to be the end of the Halloween action for us. 


The furnace, likewise, saw no further action. Maybe we should give it some Kit Kats.