A very jazzed 6-year old Stormtrooper getting a fever on Friday night. Trick.

Fever magically not returning for 24-hours, therefore Stormtrooper getting the green light to go trick or treating. Treat.

Being convinced by your husband to dress up like Chewbacca, only to fall down the last few hall stairs while attempting to adjust mask. Trick.

Having the strength to catch yourself before taking a header through the screen door and therefore not having to go to the ER dressed as a fur ball. Treat.

“Ariel” deciding with much conviction, just as the sun is setting, that she doesn’t want to be Ariel after all. Trick.

Ariel promoting herself from mermaid princess to “King” thanks to a shiny gold cape found in the bottom of the dress-up box. Treat.

Enjoying a warm and balmy night, with a good breeze, crunching leaves underfoot and a full, spooky moon. Treat.

Cursing the new computer due to unfamiliarity and difficulty of downloading and emailing Halloween pics of the kids to Grammy and Bah in Texas. Trick.

Husband patiently fixing software issue, as usual. Treat.

Eating ONLY TWO pieces of candy out of the kid’s loot. Treat of epic proportions (to ensure that certain body proportions do not become more epic than they already are).

Feeling sad to have to put costumes and pumpkins away. Trick.

Realizing it was pretty much a picture perfect Halloween and feeling like one lucky Wookie. Treat.