One of my fondest memories of Hallowe'en - I'm talking adult memories here - are of sneaking into my children's rooms.

The scene - serene - small arms and legs tossed carelessly about the bed - butterfly breaths fluttering into the air.

I creep across the floor - silent - heart pounding - anticipation in every step as I looked for the bag of goodies...

DON'T DO IT - DON'T EAT THE KID'S CANDY!

It'll make them cry...