Thoughts on the end of October and Halloween, stream of conscious style:
Recently I've been lamenting the fact that we don't keep nearly enough chocolate in our house at any given time. Last night was our community's trick or treating, which has turned my mourning on this issue into songs of rejoicing.
Each year while buying Halloween candy, I vacillate between two distinct approaches. Dare I buy candy I really like so I can splurge in the case of leftovers, or do I play it safe and buy something that nobody wants, like Mallo Cups or Necco Wafers or root beer flavored Dum Dums so there's no aftermath of temptation? Of course, within seconds I realize that this is a non-issue entirely -- I'm going for the good stuff.
I admire a child who systematically plans her Halloween route in advance to trick or treating. On paper. Drawn mostly to scale. With a back-up plan in case of detours.
A few days ago my six-year-old suggested that if I wanted a costume, I could dress up as a mommy. In appreciation of her simplicity, I replied, "That's perfect; I love the idea of just being myself." She looked at me oddly and added, "Well, you'd still have to wrap yourself in toilet paper."
Mommy. Mummy. Further evidence that one vowel makes a significant difference.
And on that note, let the pillaging of my children's candy begin! (Don't judge. I'm sure that you do it, too. It's a parenting right of passage.)