halloween is my least favorite holiday. and i do mean least. i like columbus day more than i like halloween. i like.....most everything more than i like halloween. halloween, over the years, has gotten barely a nod from me. halloween is SO not preppy.**
i was hoping that holiday-love was genetic. that my kids would come with their shiny new DNA programmed to go nuts over 4th of july and christmas, with a little tiny sprinkle of valentine celebration. and then the rest of the year we could be porch sitters.
but i've heard on the streets that we don't always get what we want.
halloween celebrating was requested this year. demanded, actually. so, being dutiful, i supplied. i smiled and acted excited. i provided fun. i did the best i could. in fact, i even bought a big, orange rubbermaid to store our new supply of halloween.... stuff.
neither of my pumpkins seemed to notice my joyless halloween heart. but, they are 1-3 years old. so i think there's lots of things they're not exactly clear on.
we covered our floors entire house wooden pumpkins with glitter, carved a pirate in a pumpkin, made pumpkin cookies for all our friends, if we didn't bring you any cookies, you're still our friend--we accidentally ate 86% of cookies intended for other people. we're just SO good at making cookies. we went to the token pumpkin patch, where levi, surprisingly, bungee jumped, and colored 472 halloween pictures. which.were.hanging.ALL.OVER.our.house. seriously. we couldn't actually see out our windows the entire month, so draped in witches, black cats, and frankensteins they were.
as they get older, and wiser, if they choose to still have an affinity for this halloween fad, i'll....live through it. i'll probably even support it. but for now, i still have hope that this interest is just a "phase."
**no halloween-lovers were harmed in the writing of this post.
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