Come on, what kind of parent would I be if I didn’t put up pictures of my boys doing Halloween Honea style? Well, I’m a late one, but I had to eat some blueberry pie and watch “Pushing Dasies” on Tivo. I’m here now, isn’t that what matters?
Okay. Here we have Thing 1 and Thing 2 cleaning out the pumpkins. Atticus found the whole affair rather distasteful. This from the boy that wanted boogers carved into his jack-o-lantern.
This is Atticus’ pumpkin. It has a spider for an eye and an eye-patch for the other. It does not have a mouth cut out, but there is one drawn on. In fact, aside from one lone booger cut out on the top the rest of the decorations are of the ink variety by insistence of the artist.
I was therefor forced to spend 10 minutes making something in his stead. He seemed to like it okay.
It’s not a great pumpkin, but it’s Charlie Brown nonetheless.
Then there were the costumes. Atticus had shot down every idea that I’d thrown at him. He insisted that he was going to be a skeleton. I tried to go the make-up route. No dice. It had to be a mask. He found the costume that he must have. It was $14.99 at the place in town. Freakin’ great. It was sold out. Freakin’ sucks. They kept saying they would get it in. They never got it in. I tried to suggest other costumes. No. I tried the make-up again. No. I ordered the damn thing online for $40 including 3-day shipping.
Guess who decided they didn’t like wearing masks.
We only went to one house. Our neighbors said they hadn’t had a single trick-or-treater in 10+ years. They told me this 2 years ago when a Bambi-eyed Atticus stood at their door clutching his empty pail to his chest. They were ready this year and more than made up for the pending disappointment that is trick-or-treating in a mall. We’ll never do that again. The mall that is.
We got to the mall about an hour into the “festivities” and most places were already out of candy. The places that had some had a line around the food court. The irony was not lost. The only thing worthwhile about the whole experience were the costumes on the girls at Victoria’s Secret. We built some bears and called it a night. None too soon I’d say.
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