After an hour of hair curling, Nora was in ready shape for a night of trick-or-treating as Merida from movie, Brave. It is so unlikely that she would choose to dress as a princess and from a movie no less, but Pixar's Scottish archer-princess won over her heart this summer. No doubt it was the actual large screen which drew her in. Brave was only the second movie that she has seen at the theater. The first was Charlotte's Web when she was just a toddler... really, too young, but how could I resist bringing her to a film based on my favorite children's book?! In defence of literacy, she has read the "junior novelization" just about every day since she got it soon after seeing the movie, so I'm feeling good about this year's costume pick. Except maybe for that hour of hair curling!
Totally worth it!
The dress she wore was the same dress my flower girl wore in my wedding. The broach was a gift from David when we went to the Quichee Scottish Festival years ago. Of course, she just slung her bow over her shoulder like a natural and declared that she felt like Merida. Easiest costume ever! Well, except for that hair curling.
While we she sorted out her candy, we discussed all of the events of the evening.
We saw the annual gathering of bikers (or perhaps "bicyclists"?) pedaling throughout our neighborhood dressed as crows and caw-caw-cawing. It was very exciting and yet also a little creepy as a murder of crows tends to be!
There was also the house where you could trade in your least favorite candy, play a bean bag toss, and pick a better candy from the bowl: one kid's worst is another kid's favorite. In Eleanor's case, the favorite was a Bull's Eye: apropos for the archer!
David and I, once again, were thankful for the neighbor's jello shots, or "treats for grown-ups" as they call them.
... and then there was the potato.
Yes, one house had a bowl of candy with a potato in it. My daughter took the potato. She kept talking about it all night. "Yes! Skittles! ...but the potato is still my favorite."
As Nora was getting to the end of her sorting, a few trick or treaters came to our door. Nora politely gave them candy and wished them a Happy Halloween. As I closed the door, watching to make sure they stepped off the porch safely, I overheard one little boy saying, "she is the girl of my dreams!"
Apparently, it was a pretty great Halloween for everyone!