What does a mom say about Halloween? Should I tell my kid how seriously she needs to plot which houses to hit up or how to calculate the speed in which her two year old legs can carry her. This is about an ambush during a specific allowable time to acquire the goods. Ultimately the candy was always going to be for us. Tsk. Tsk. I know. Since we allow her very little sugar and usually on special occasions I surely was not going to let her eat it all. But us....oh how I could not wait to marinate in the yummo goodness of crappy candy.
and then there was the melamine scare...duh duh duuuuuuuuuuuuu. No worries I plowed through the m and m's and my kidney's are fine thank you. And of course I let my sugared up kid indulge too much. She lollipopped to her heart's content and danced to the tune of milk dud's. Proudly, she held up her freshly caught prey.
Her co-conspirator, who might I add had quite the halloween spirit, Leia urged her strongly to run Scarlett run to the next house and get more candy! Oh the joie de vivre touched my Halloween heart.
Halloween and Shabbat go hand in hand. At least for me who plotted all week of switching the challah (ceremonial bread gorily sacrificed on Fridays) to a scary life size scary head named man. Leia pulled the Challah cover off and instead of yummy bread-like butter transportation was a scare. The kids cried. Yeah that met my daily quota of bad mother moments for the day and I guess um it surpassed it. Proud. yes I was.
What would the night be without some pumpkin stories. We got a bit carried away when the church across the street from our friend's house was giving away free pumpkins after 8. Needing chicken food, decoration, and great compost material we bit. Combine with the sugar high we were highly riding on it got scary.
In the pic to the right shall we play a little bit of Halloween Where's Waldo? Find the little girl dressed in a pink ballerina costume.
My mother sent Scarlett a card for Halloween. Sweet. S walked around with that card for a week. She even named all the characters in the card. The mummy is Daddy. The cute pumpkin is herself. The witch? Guess who? Me. Scary mommy witch. Why did she choose that character for me? Surely her two and a half year old mind has not made the connection between witches and bitches. As I always say. Everyday every mother must fulfill her bad mother moments quota daily. Apparently I meet mine.