We waited until we had the cover of night. (The greatest of secrecy was required, of course). I'm sure no one was suspicious of a family of five strolling around outside in the dark.
I don't know why my heart always pounds so much when we do any kind of ding-dong-ditching. I don't know what kind of reaction I'm expecting---maybe an angry old woman coming at us with a broom? At any rate, our deliveries were ultimately successful.
And because we spent Family Home Evening night "Boo-ing" folks, we furiously carved our pumpkin last night in order to have it on display for Trunk-or-Treat. The boys were horrified by the pumpkin's innards---Stevie actually got quite upset when we suggested he touch it with his hands. And even though I completely washed the seeds, added butter and salt and toasted them perfectly, they wouldn't DREAM of putting them in their mouths. Hadn't I seen where they'd been?!!
Stevie decided on the mouth, I got to choose the nose, and David picked the mouth. Daddy, the muscle of the group, was left to be the official carver. The boys stayed close by to supervise.