part of our spooktacular phoenix phestivities included an october 30th "trunk-or-treat" held in the parking lot of mark & anne's church building. although the close proximity of the individual stations provided for maximum trick-or-treating efficiency, it is generally not a good idea to go to any activity where the central focus involves rapid mobility through a crowd when your hosts are as socially connected to said crowd as are mark & anne in their church. eli was less than understanding about any sort of fraternization which detracted from the amassment of candied delights, and he set out early to find the source of a cotton candy bag he saw in the hands of one of the guests. despite his repeated pleadings, we contented ourselves to slowly meander through the crowd, even stopping at the hot dog bar for a frank and a cup of root beer. when his pleadings became unbearable, we finally asked around for directions to the cotton candy stand. having been pointed towards the source, i assured him that we would not further be deterred until we had achieved our goal. although it seems like the stuff of movies, we walked up to the stand at the very moment the confectionery philanthropist at the helm was passing the last bag of cotton candy off to the little boy immediately in front of us.
although the candyman (a personal friend of mark & mary) apologized profusely, you can imagine how much comfort to the disconsolate five year old was his generous, if unnecessary expression of mea culpa. still, to mute the effects of the sweet scarcity, he offered an invitation to trick-or-treat at his home the following night, where he would be running the machine with a restocked inventory.
the side trip to the cotton candy house ate up most of our available daylight trick-or-treating hours. still, getting the kids excited about any type of activity would have been impossible without it, even if that activity was running from house to house to claim free candy. further, the generosity of the candy man knew not limitations of age, and he benevolently spun his sugary staves for the parents as well as the children.
(uncle mark overindulges.)
(eli & mary at the pre-halloween event.)
3 comments:
One dawdles at one's own risk!
you left out the part where, after we accepted our free cotton candy from him, we walked accross the street to eat it by our car so we wouldn't have to talk to them. I still laugh thinking about that.
yes, well i've always figured the best thing to do when hospitality is extended my way is to leave as expeditiously as possible. every minute i stay merely increases my odds that the host will regret his decision.
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