Sophia and Simon went out for Halloween last night. (Of course, it occurs to me right now I didn’t get pictures of them. Sigh.) She was Cinderella; he was Buzz Lightyear. We did approximately 3 million houses last night.
Simon was quite shy and scared at first, particularly with some of the houses around here that get all dolled up for the occasion: giant spiders hanging from the roof, spooky music, dry ice. But after a while he discovered the magic of the occasion: he could go up to a door, knock on it, say a short, simple phrase, and the person in the house would give him something. He didn’t even seem to care that it was candy. Getting something seemed to be the pinnacle of his existence.
And here’s why I tell everyone that I don’t have to save for Sophia’s college education, I have to save for her graduate school. I told the kids, “Okay, after we finish trick-or-treating, you can have one piece of candy and then it’s time to get ready for bed.”
A sly smile. “But Mommy, what if the package has more than one piece of candy?”
Great. I’m going to need to start outlining everything in detail and get all parties to sign off before we can hit the road next year.
You’ve got a budding lawyer on your hands. I’d recommend NOT outlining. KISS – Keep it simple. If you let the kids get you started having to *detail* every caveat, you’ll never get any novell writing done; you’ll be spending the rest of your life drafting legal documents…
At least your kids didn’t ask for seconds! My oldest boy, when he was two found that if he asked for seconds, he’d get it. So, at *every* house, he’d ask for seconds. 99% of the time, he got it. When he was in about 5th grade, and he got a lot taller and looked less *cute*, he started getting turned down. Life is cruel.
And you ask, what does this have to do with your point? not much. Just sharing a halloween experience from my family 🙂
I was totally nailed by my oldest (who is four) on that one. Her one piece of candy was a whole container full of mini m&ms.