From the mouths of babes

Handing out candy on the porch last night we had only a handful of trick or treaters.

We aren't located in a very good spot for trick or treating. The homes on both sides of us do not participate. Nor do the two houses across the street from us. Most of the kids who come down the street can't see that our light is on, due to a giant holly tree in the front yard. So we don't get very many kids.

So it was last night as well. But that didn't stop us from handing out candy and my wife taking the kids out again. They had a fun - albeit a cold night - Tuesday in St. Marys. They came back Thursday night with their bags once again full of candy.

Meanwhile, back at the homestead, me and George our old cat (I don't really care much for him) sat on the porch to hand out candy.

One little fellow - couldn't have been older than 9 - dressed as a football player came up the sidewlak. He was wearing a PHS Big Red football helmet, shoulder pads and a Payton Manning Colts jersey.

"You play for the Big Reds," I asked, noticing his helmet."

"Yup," he replied.

"How many touchdowns did you score this year," I asked.

"None," he said.

"Well why not," I asked.

"Nobody will block for me," he said.