Halloween is not my favorite holiday… in fact, I really don’t like Halloween at all, and with the kids’ preschool this year, I have been both completely Halloween’ed out and frightened of how much more of this holiday I will have to recognize in the next 17 years or so that my children are in school. Gah! It is enough to make me run screaming from society for all of early fall.
But I managed a slightly more rational decision and instead of running and screaming like a lunatic I merely took the kids out to dinner and to the library in order to (meanly, I know) avoid the whole night. Of course, all the servers at the restaurant were dressed in costume and they wanted to give my toddlers candy, too, (clearly, they don’t have young children) so I didn’t manage to totally avoid Halloween, just reduce it.
Anyway, the one server was dressed as a bear and my boys were fascinated by him. 15 month old Luke watched him go around the restaurant the entire time we were there and would point and do his little roar. It was the cutest thing. Of course, when the “bear” came to say goodbye to us as we were leaving, not one of them would say a single thing. Stupefied, each and every one. Oh, well .
roar… roar… Roar… ROAR… ROOOAAAAR.
I can’t win.
