After another year of empirical data, I am standing by my widely disseminated opinion that Halloween and young kids just don’t mix.
Case in point:

We managed to get the sugar-addled kids to bed by around 8:30, so I could settle down at the computer for some late night “work.”

I’m “sending e-mails” at about ten when I hear the unmistakable fwap, fwap, fwap (no pitter-pat in my house) of my youngest walking in the kitchen. I go investigate; he’s leaning over the trash can.

“Hey, Coop. Whatcha doin’.”

“Spitting out my gum.”

In a nutshell.