I had two Panther's Fans and one Minnie Mouse that ran the streets of our neighborhood for an hour and a half and collected not one, but two bucketfuls of candy. Thankfully, I've found clever ways to weed through their buckets and dump handfuls each day without their knowing - yet.
And ever since talk of trick-or-treating surfaced in our home (probably as far back as early September), my little girl has, without missing a beat, insisted on being Minnie Mouse. "But all I want on my face is a black nose, okay Mom? Not anything else that looks silly like the boys."
Here we are, a handful of days later, and my boys are still donning their Panther's tattoos on their faces. And, much to their excitement, they "haven't come off and will still be there when we go to church!" Lovely.