Yep, it happened. Much to my dismay, however, I was not present at the time (I was out helping some of my trick-or-treating younger siblings, who were in saint costumes, of course). This happened just a few minutes after we left.
So earlier this evening, our doorbell rang. Hmm. My mom opened the door, and lo and behold, there was a trick-or-treating boy, who happened to be on the local T-ball team this last summer along with two of my siblings.
As usual, our porch light was not on on Halloween (in our town, having your light on means you’re accepting trick-or-treaters). So my mom, not really knowing what to do, explained to him that only those houses with illuminated porch lights were offering candy. In sharp contrast to the rudeness of last year’s uninvited trick-or-treaters, he was very sweet about it; he said “okay,” and walked away.
A short while later my mom discovered the culprit: our garage light had turned on when the van, occupied by my dad, two of my siblings, and myself, pulled out of the driveway several minutes earlier.
First it was the paperboy, now the van. Ugh, those bothersome motion-sensitive lights!