I adore autumn – it’s my favorite season by far. I love the crispness of the air (well, not here), the smell of leaves burning, the sounds of football on the television.
Autumn also brings Halloween, one of my favorite holidays. I love to see the kids dressed up, to watch their faces as they bob for apples, to see them flit about crazily as they work out their sugar highs.
When I was a child I adored the whole process. When my Mom (and the rolling eyeballs of our neighbors) told me I was too old to trick-or-treat, I conspired to continue by offering to take the neighbor’s children instead. Remember, these were the days before razors in apples, when kids over 7 went trick-or-treating by themselves without their parents worrying about anything other then their child’s protests about wearing a sweater over their costume on cooler Halloween evenings.
Even back then when I dreamed of being a mother one of the things I most looked forward to was making or selecting my child’s costume, hosting Halloween parties and going along as they trick-or-treated. It’s something I’ve really enjoyed, and Son has been young enough that he really didn’t have a costume preference, so I’ve gotten to have some fun with it.
Son has a preference this year. What does he want to be?
Come on. You regular readers know, don’t you? Yeah.
A urinal. My kid wants to be a urinal for Halloween.
I’m pushing my ice cream cone idea. After all ,he likes ice cream almost as much as he likes urinals.
So, parents. What do you think? Would you let your child be a urinal for Halloween?