When Bren suggested we have our own party and make up our own traditions I didn't believe he would be able to convince the girls and couldn't believe how happy it made me when he did.
After Indi dressed us all up and painted our faces, I pretended to be the mother (?) and they trick or treated me.
Lucky we live on an egg farm as we just happened to have a crate of old, cracked and dirty eggs awaiting composting.
I think it was the only time in my entire life that I wished it was pumpkin season as I would love to have a go at carving one of those things.