My little-little brother is going down the street to collect free candy from strangers.

My big-little brother is trick-or-treating with a Scarlet-French-Maid-Woman of the Evening. (And that will only make sense to you if you have a reliable thesaurus and a twisted imagination.)

And me? I am sitting at home, with my mum, filling up the house with lots of nice Estrogen, and wondering why in heavens' name my parents let my brothers out of the house while they were still minors.

Why, oh why, did my parents have to have boys?

I think I'll make some hot chocolate...