My husband Iggy usually handles Halloween. He buys the candy, hides from me-without-self-control-especially-when-it-comes-to-peanut-butter-cups, and doles it out with a helping of good humor on Halloween.

This year, I’m in charge. Earlier this week I reconnoitered the candy aisle in CVS, looking for the least appetizing candy that kids might eat. Today I returned and bought sour candies and suckers. I should be pretty safe with those. I know someone who gives out pencils for Halloween. She said many of the parents appreciated that choice. I can’t see doing that.

I’ll do door duty next week. If I remember, I’ll don my moosehead hat to get in the holiday spirit.

We get quite a few young kids from our immediate neighborhood. I expect to recognize some parents.