Last night's adventure into Halloween reminded me of many things I'd forgotten over the years. I'm excited that Yonah is old enough now to enjoy it like I once did. It's more fun for me now that I get to live it through his eyes, somehow. At the same time, I'm more aware of the irony of the holiday than ever before . . . The festive "Happy Halloween" signs next to skeletons, skulls, and other distinctly un-happy decorations.
Maybe I'll follow my sister-in-law's lead in renaming October 31st "Dress Like Batman Day" - even though we didn't dress like Batman at all. Instead we were a fearsome dragon with claws like Wolverine to fight bad guys, a growling duckling, and a weekend warrior. (Yes, I dressed up as my husband, and Yonah had a blast calling me Dad all night and complained about missing Mommy.)
As for next year, I'm already planning ahead. We'll need a calm dog, a pig costume for the dog, a manner to fasten a small child to said dog, a monkey costume, and the latest addition to our family. All because of this cursed song . . .
I'm just kidding about the dog. Mostly.