For the past five years, I've lived in: a sketchy neighborhood where children don't go around at night in costumes, and then a giant mill building, and then a condo complex. So....it's been awhile since anyone younger than 12 has come to my door dressed as a witch.
I scrambled from the office at 4:30 pm on Halloween to buy candy. And may I just say? I got the good stuff. I did not mess around. May-jah. Epic. Candy. Then I scrambled home to carve a few pumpkins.
Maybe next year?