Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween!

Sigh ... it doesn't feel like Halloween this year. I didn't throw a party because my contract didn't get renewed until the last minute (October 24th), and it is hard to get in the mood to party when you are wondering if you need to be in the mood to work on your resume ... but it looks like my job is safe until next October!

Also, the kids opted to go to their weekly drama class instead of Trick or Treating. I know -- I KNOW! They must be sick! (Or, in the case of Xavier, putting his future career ahead of transitory pleasure ... no, no, must be illness.)

All the same, we have had some good times ... just last night, Xavier was talking about comic books he wants to write, including the "Wonder Willie and the Barnyard Catastrophe!" (Hopefully with maturity he will rethink the wisdom of that name.)


(Sorry, I was just held up at gunpoint for my Halloween candy. It might have been kind of cute, but there is something threatening about a trick or treater with a gun who is taller than I am.)


Today Xavier was looking at a picture of Gwen when she was younger and remarked, "Wow, she used to be so blond!"

"She's still blond!" I replied before Gwen could get upset.

"Yeah, but she used to be the Blondest of the Blond! Now she's getting Cherry!"

"Cherry? Don't you mean 'Strawberry Blond?'"

"Nah. I like cherries better."


For Halloween, Gwen was a Redcoat from the Revolutionary War. Needless to say, not many people got it right off. At the party they attended yesterday, Gwen was barraged with questions on what she was: Pirate? Marching Band Member?

Finally, Gwen told them, "British soldier from the Revolutionary War." Under her breath, she added, "I guess no one ELSE here is in the fifth grade!"


Well, I better wrap this up; more treats to hand out, got to go get the kids (now that will make for scary driving -- through our dark neighborhood with children running hither and thither). But you'll hear me explain as I drive out of sight: "Happy Halloween to all, and to all a Good -- HEY! Get away from my bushes with that toilet paper!" Gotta go.