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Friday was "the most wonderful day of the year," according to my almost 8 year old hamburger. Uh... I mean my almost 8 year old SON! He talked about Halloween night for nearly a week straight (and about drove me and his sister nuts). "I can't wait until Saturday," was the the first thing out of his mouth in the morning, when he walked in the door after school, and before he went to bed at night. One morning he even woke up a little agitated and he told me the reason was he didn't sleep well the night before because all he could think about was Halloween.

When the day came he was dressed in his costume by 3PM and very excited. By 6:30 he was insisting, "it's time, it's TIME!" He wanted to carry a pillow case instead of his plastic pumpkin so he could collect more candy than in the past. I wasn't willing to give up any of our pillow cases and I wanted him to take his (little) pumpkin. We both were standing our ground and on opposite sides of the candy argument - he wanted more candy and I wanted less candy. And then out of the corner of my