with M, of course. S has long since outgrown trick or treating.
"What are you going to be this year?"
"Dunno. Maybe something scary this year, not a mouse like last time."
"I'm going to be a Dementor, this Halloween."
"How about carrying around your little rake with that costume? Then you could be the Grim Raker. I could even glue a few leaves on, for effect."
"No, that would be funny, not scary."
Oh my, you have no idea how scary a pile of leaves can be to us phyllophobics during the fall. I would have a heart attack, for one, if a Grim Raker were to greet me when I opened the door.