Happy Halloween |
A few weeks ago, my two-year-old daughter borrowed several picture books about Halloween from our local library. After reading them and studying the illustrations, she was excited about trick-or-treating. |
"What do you want to dress up as?" I asked. She pointed. |
"I dress up as skeleton, Mommy," she said. |
We bought black pants and a black shirt at a thrift store for the base of her costume, and we bought sheets of white felt to make the bones, which we later drew, cut out, and glued on. |
Last night, she put on her outfit, complete with a black skullcap and black gloves. I dressed up as a witch in a floor-length, iridescent purple robe and a long, black and white wig. We went "trunk-or-treating" in the parking lot of her grandmother's church. About twenty vehicles had their trunks decorated as anything from a graveyard, to a 1960's dance club, to a fortuneteller's booth, to a princess's castle. My daughter's favorite trunk was her grandparents'. Ma Mére and Grandy dressed as pirates. Grandy wore a long, curly, black wig like Captain Hook, and Ma Mére had a red parrot perched on one shoulder. Their trunk was full of treasure. By the time she had visited all of the trunks, my daughter had a plastic jack-o-lantern full of candy and other treats. |
When we returned home, it was nearly my daughter's bedtime. My husband and I allowed her to pick one piece of candy to eat. She chose chocolate, of course. |
"It's time to put on your jammies," I said, but she wanted no part of that. Halloween had been so much fun that she wanted to wear her costume to bed. |
"Night-night Mommy witch," she said as I put her in her crib. |
"Night-night baby skeleton," I said. |
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