trick or treat

“Aren’t you a little long in the tooth for Trick or Treat, Junior?” I snickered as I realized I’d just opened the door to Chad dressed as Indiana Jones for Halloween.

“Don’t call me Junior!” he smirked as he stepped inside.  

His Indy costume is as old as the original movie and yet he still looks fantastic in it. I think it’s the hat.

“Don’t you have some girl out there waiting for you to charm her while you’re wearing that?” I laughed.

He just grinned. “I’m trying like hell, Red, but I don’t think she’s paying attention!”

Just then the doorbell rang.

“Here,” I handed him the treat bowl. “Give the neighborhood kids a thrill!” I smiled and walked down the hallway to the kitchen.

I probably should have told him the doorbell would ring non-stop for the next two hours. But why ruin my idea of fun.