A post-trick-ortreat candy chunder is the true definition of the technicolour yawn.
door. Parents tag along, usually armed with a cold beverage and some nibbles – horror d’oeuvres, if you will.
Our young offspring have been ripped-up sheet ghosts, caped witches and three little black cats – outfits that are about to be recycled into unconvincing Darth Vaders.
We’ve learned not to let them loose on the lollies. A post-trick-or-treat candy chunder is the true definition of the technicolour yawn.
Most of the sweets are confiscated and eaten over the next year by the grown-ups. We’re the real monsters.