When I was a wee tyke back many Octobers ago, I sat home watching movies one Sunday afternoon. There came a knock on the door. I opened it to find one of the neighborhood kids dressed as a mummy, clad head to toe in wraps a full four days before Halloween and at three o’clock in the sunny afternoon. With a pained look of embarrassment, the kid opened a pillowcase (the preferred cache for Halloween treats) and rolled his eyes as he delivered a morose “Trick or Treat.”
“Dude, Halloween’s not for four days,” I pointed out the obvious.
“I know, man. My parents are all weird and shit about Halloween being on a school night this year and told me that this was the only way I could go out.”