Tomorrow might be the big day, but my boy and I have been celebrating Halloween all week. Truth be told, we’ve been celebrating since September 1 … but who’s counting.
Last weekend we headed to our local state park for some Trick-Or-Treat action. My boy dressed up like me and I dressed up like my boy. Yes, I’m wearing suspenders. It was a hot day so I went bare chested. Don’t be jealous, not everyone can look this good in corduroy and braces.
(You may also notice we have a new pet. My boy named him Spooky. It’s a fitting name considering he likes to eat pork rinds in my closet underneath a bed sheet.)
My boy was in such awe of all the Halloween decorations, he couldn’t even be bothered to pick the good candy out of the buckets. Gobstoppers? SweetTarts? TOOTSIE ROLLS?! Um, no thank you.
"Hey kid, there’s a plump and juicy Snickers Mini right next to your hand! What’s that? You’d rather have Bottle Caps?" Grrrrrrr…
Seriously, the only chocolate he picked out was a little tube of Whoppers and they barely pass as chocolate.
But the kid was in heaven so it’s kind of hard to be mad at him. While some kids his age were cowering in fear at the sheer number of monsters, zombies and, yes, skeletons, my boy had a glimmer in his eye like he was seeing his own personal Mecca. It was a lot like the time mom took us to Michael’s Halloween section.
His parents should probably just start saving now for therapy.
Overall, we had a really great time out at the park, even if I didn’t get the candy I wanted. Oh, and did I mention the ladybugs? Everywhere. Including my underpants.
I’m holding out hope that we get some chocolate on our next round of trick-or-treating. Otherwise, my favorite holiday might be completely ruined. Here’s hoping you get lots of CHOCOLATE candy and no ladybugs in your crack. Happy Halloween!
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