Sunday, October 31, 2004

There's a growing sound off in the distance. Shrill screams...young voices yelling, "Yaaaaaah!" Tiny, little feet shrouded in cowboy boots, ballerina slippers and ruby-red sneakers are stampeding their way to my front door.

Soon, the doorbell will begin ringing incessantly and at times, we'll have 40 children lined-up along our walkway.

In four hours, it will all be over...except for the paper wrappers strewn in the streets and the smattering of eggs on some unlucky soul's car.

It should be another hoot. "Yaaaaah!"