Answer: Pumpkin Poop!
The rule around here is; in order to earn candy on beggar’s night, you must be prepared with a joke. Seeing as all things poop or butt related are the funniest things ever to my boys, this gem of a ‘joke’ (courtesy of grandma) was their joke of choice.
The first time we ever went trick-or-treating in our neighborhood, this joke expectation caught us off guard. (Seriously, just give the two-year-old some candy!). Now, we have assimilated and are pretty firm- No joke? No candy! Unless, of course, you’re two and dressed like Yoda.
Some of my favorite jokes from the night:
Why did the pony cough?
A: He was a little hoarse.
Why did the Jedi cross the street? (told from a five-year-old Darth Vader with a lisp).
A: To get to the Dark side.
What happens if you see twin witches?
A: You won’t be able to tell which witch is which (my husband’s personal favorite)
Having taken some sort of “Halloween Safety” training at school, my five-year-old made sure we did everything RIGHT!
First, we painted pumpkins because “knives are dangerous.” (Or more, Mommy and Daddy do everything last minute….)
Second, We made sure we had some lights for our costumes. “So cars don’t smack us!”
Third, prepared with our jokes, we hit the neighborhood in search of candy. Aren’t they just the cutest monsters you’ve ever seen?!
Fourth, and most importantly, once we got home we inspected all our candy bars by cutting them in half and looking inside because “bad stuff can be in them.” Or as my son’s friend put it, “We don’t eat drugs!” This is true.
Luckily, our candy was safe, our joke was a hit, and we have more candy than a house full of monsters really needs. My three-year-old put it best as he jumped off a neighbor’s doorstep, “Everyone is being so nice!”
May your halloween be just as nice! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!