Halloween really isn't my thing. I like watching others get dressed up and totally immerse themselves in it, but I'm content to stay home mentally judging costumes and handing out candy. The boy, being very much like me, donned only a wolf mask and met trick or treaters with a half hearted Grrr, before soon tiring of the whole thing and deciding to play video games.
I would like to share something that I overheard between my son and a group of female teenage trick or treaters, just moments after I told my son to only give out one piece of candy per person because I wanted to make sure we'd have enough candy for the whole night.
Girl Dressed as Whoopie Cushion: "Ooh you're scary. Do I know you? Who are you?"
My son removes his mask and the girl says, "Ooooooh, you're cute."
I'm standing in the kitchen (rolling my eyes), neither of the kids can see me and I can't see them but I can almost feel my son blushing.
Then Whoopie Cushion asks, "Can I have two pieces of candy?"
Of course by this point my son has no mental powers whatsoever and I hear him mumble something like,"Yeah, whatever, go ahead" and I imagine that he's now pushed the bowl of candy at Whoopie so that she can take and take and take like the taker that she is. Then I hear Whoopie Cushion stomping down the stairs with a fistful of the candy she conned from my son through flattery.
I have no idea how I'm going to make it through the teenage years.
The night wasn't all teenage shenanigans though, most of the kids were really polite and sweet (even the older ones) and the girl and Jay came home with enough candy to last us until next Halloween. This was the girl's first time trick or treating and she went as a fairy princess.I have to admit that at first I was really tempted to spend a lot of money on a fancy costume but, in the spirit of Enviromom's Buy Nothing New Halloween, I'm so glad I didn't. The girl's costume was cobbled together from things we already had, the only 'new' part of the costume is the cape, which I made in about ten minutes out of some fabric that I had gotten in a fabric grab bag at Goodwill. I'm excited that I was able to find a use for it because unless I had decided to start my own business making Quinceanera dresses, it would have probably sat unused in my cabinet forever.The girl is so easy to please at this age that she loved her costume and thought it was the greatest thing ever. Which is good, because it won't be long before she'll be standing on someones front steps dressed as a Whoopie Cushion, conning some poor, mindless boy out of his candy.