Have you ever heard police or ER nurses say their get crazier on Hallowe’en? Well, the same is true at the Madhouse. Crazy, crazy and crazier.
It’s just after suppertime and both kids are waiting for their friends to arrive before running through the neighbourhood, begging our neighbours for candy. Rian has decided to go as a gypsy. Great costume idea and lots of fun to put together. When did she start putting her costume together you ask? About an hour ago. Yup, my daughter puts the “pro” in procrastination. She also puts the “A” in apathy. She put on a funky skirt, a long-sleeved shirt and proclaimed her costume complete. I hung my head in shame. I explained her that gypsy costumes were layered with scarves and wraps and jewelry. She gave me her infamous “So?” look. I spent the next 15 minutes rummaging through dresser drawers and closets until I found several pieces to layer. I think the finished product turned out pretty well.
Alexi decided last week to go out as a teacher. How do you make an 11-year-old boy into a teacher for Hallowe’en? I had no idea, but at least he gave me enough time to come up with something. Fortunately, he was given a sports coat and white dress shirt from a friend whose son had outgrown them. Our friend also loaned him a Star Trek tie, pre-tied – thank heavens. He put the shirt and sports coat on and proclaimed himself ready. I looked at him and beckoned him to me. I tucked in the shirt and adjusted the tie. I tried to convince him to trade his regular glasses for some funkier, costume ones we had kicking around and was promptly shot down. I gave up. Alexi’s one of those kids where if you push too hard he shuts down and since neither of my kids are particularly fond of the frightening aspect of All Hallow’s Eve (They get that from me. I cannot understand why people like to be scared. Reality’s plenty scarey enough for me, thanks. Taxes, pollution, road rage – who needs flesh-eating zombies?) I left it alone.
It’s 6:30 pm. The kids have left and are roaming the neighbourhood in pursuit of the best Hallowe’en treats. I’ve locked my dog in the bedroom and am enjoying the little ones at the door. “Don’t forget me”, said one little kitty as he pushed past his older siblings.
I’m looking forward to the leftovers. The candy the kids don’t like. That’s my favourite part of Hallowe’en. Candy, candy, candy!!