All Hallow's Eve was spent in madness--trying to do school in the morning in spite of a screaming baby as well as doing the weekly shopping AND making bread AND trying to convince middle child that in order to go out eliciting candy from total strangers he Had to wear a costume. The logic of the whole enterprise completely escaped him. However, it took only two times of ringing doorbells and observing the results to find him solemnly engaged--like a more cheerful funeral. Now we are on the dreaded sugared whiny high. The weeping seems never to cease. At least its over for a whole year and we can move on to more holy and graceful feasts.