It’s the time of year when ghosts, goblins, ghouls, and Sponge Bob Square-pants go out beating on doors begging for candy. Not a bad skill to breed into your kids… Really, if it all hit the fan tomorrow and you were stuck with no food… who in the neighborhood could deny a cute little kid asking for table scraps.
Of course I am kidding. Halloween is fun. I remember some of my costumes. Once I went as an angel, (ahh the irony) complete with a sheet, wire hanger wings and a tinsel halo.(I was confused by the holiday concept.) We turned home after the moonboots (think Napoleon Dynamite only bigger) got soaked from mud puddles and wore through the sheet that was too long for me.
Another Halloween I was adamant about being a hobo. Maybe I had read a book or something, but the footloose and fancy free life of a guy that hopped trains and cooked in garbage cans was somewhat appealing to me. Luckily, my dad had all the costume stuff I needed. Wait, is that good or bad?
Later my Halloweens consisted of sneaking off with friends, not really dressed up, but dressed in black. we would go out in groups and go pumpkin smashing. As the night wore on, and we got hungry, we would ring some doorbells and tell them we were ninjas and get candy out of the folks. Yup, we were the kids that come to your door and you ask them, “Aren’t you a little old to be out?”
Now that I am a Dad, things have come full circle. My 3 year old has been a pea pod, a pumpkin (she didn’t know any better) and this Halloween, she is going to me Snow White. She looks pretty cute, I am counting on a good sized haul this year, and I think I am going to graduate from plastic pumpkin to pillowcase. How can you not want to dump the whole bowl of Milkyways in my daughter’s pillowcase.
No, I am serious. If you don’t have any Milkyway bars we are leaving.
Me, I will play the part of the over protective father, sampling most of the candy and making sure that it is safe. I will probably stay home and guard the pumpkin while the wife and kid go collect more goodies.
