I Don't Like It
Halloween, that is. This comes from a mother who loathed it, who complained loudly about having her evening interrupted by a bunch of silly children dressed in costumes. As you can imagine, I didn't go trick or treating much --- I remember exactly two times, and one of them once spent trying to cut two simple eyeholes in a sheet so as to be a ghost. My mother and I fought over that for some reason --- viciously. Either she didn't want a sheet ruined or she felt I was cutting the holes in the right way and/or right place. I threw on a v-neck sweater, borrowed some pom-poms from a neighbor, and tried to pass myself off as a cheerleader. I wondered what would happen when I became a parent, and how the event would be handled. Our firstborn was so shy, so withdrawn, that even the mention of Halloween would put a look of abject terror on his face. Plus, he didn't like candy that much. Problem solved. Until secondborn. Wh...