A teacher at my son’s school most thoughtfully gave me a picture of my son taken last Halloween. He was Pee-Wee Herman.
I had small coat pockets so I slid it into a back jean pocket. I reminded myself: It may ride up and drop out as you walk.
This has happened before.
Then it completely left my head as I walked home.
Around 4, I realized I didn’t have it anymore. I retraced my steps to school and back (powerwalking, something I’ve never done before) and failed to find it.
My son is floating on the cold wind somewhere out there. I emailed the teacher and she emailed the picture to me this time.
He is safely in my hard drive now.
At the end of the evening, a film of wet on all of us, the kids dump their candy, put pjs on and we drink hot chocolate.
OK I had wine.
Max still wears his ParaNorman eyebrows.
I meant to post these closer to October 31, somehow lost track of them.
Nothing says whatever holiday is currently being celebrated like sprinkle donuts at Tim Horton’s.
Onto red & green.
I put all the Halloween decorations on one shelf. Maybe I like it like that, maybe it’s easier to gather it all and put it away on November 1.
We watch It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown on the weekend. My husband gets up as it starts and begins washing the breakfast dishes. I tell him not to worry about them, come watch with us. Afterwards, he fesses up that he’s not a big fan of It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.
It’s like finding out he lied about his age or never really liked my chili or hadn’t broken off with that girl yet when I met him like he told me he had.
“You don’t?” I ask.
“I don’t like it as much as A Charlie Brown’s Christmas,” he tells me.
“You rank them?”
This from the man who can never tell his kids who his favourite Avenger is or Star Wars movie or member of the Fantastic Four.
It starts today. My son has been crazy with anticipation.
I saw the idea in a magazine years ago. I started with scary designed envelopes pinned on a bulletin board. Simple little gifts. Another year I painted 13 coffee jars white with black numbers counting down from the 19th to the 31st. There were clues as to where the presents were hidden.
This year I used 13 different cases/bags/boxes and drew a scary image with each number (scariest for me: purple Grimace).
I think my son was disappointed this morning. His gift was a shirt – but it had the Hulk on it
12 more days to go (insert scary laugh here) …