Halloween Scrooge This Year
So far, everyone I’ve spoken to this weekend has asked me if I’m going to dress Jaryth up for Halloween. Up until today, I’ve been telling people my idea is to rip some of his older shirts and pants, put some black splotches on his face and call him “zombie toddler” and leave it at that.
But the real answer is “no.” He’s 3 1/2 years old and he has no idea what Halloween is. He’s excited that I had some Tootsie rolls on the table tonight so he could have some “choc-wat” but beyond that tomorrow is just another Monday to him. Actually, it’s just another weekday, as our routine isn’t all that different except for the time he wakes us up in the morning.
Does this make me a Halloween Scrooge?
My brother sounded almost shocked when I said I wasn’t going to take him out to beg for candy. I’d be amazed if anyone in our neighborhood even has any candy to give out. The last two years we’ve gotten zero children asking for candy. We have a few M&Ms in case that trend doesn’t continue, but I’m betting we’ll have just as many M&Ms at the end of the evening as we do right now. Unless, of course, I eat some…