Halloween Fun

Being a parent has a lot of joys, to be sure, but none so fun as getting to relive the good parts of one's childhood through the next generation. Halloween is one such day. I loved the fun of putting together a costume as a kid and now I get to watch them do the same. There was the year that I was an old man, escorting my best friend, Lezlie, who was a hunch-over grandma. I was a little bummed to have to be the man - but I was so much taller, it only made sense. There was the year of the witch when I spent the evening breathing condensation into the back of one of those plastic masks with the little string and the tiny little eyeholes that encourage tripping over every curb. My last year of trick-or-treating was with my friends Lisa & Kristin as the Three Muskateers. I mostly remember how very cold and rainy it was that year in those thin tights and the question every kid hates to hear, "Aren't you a little old to be out here?" So now I get to bundle up and escort my racing bundles of laughter through the neighborhood, encouraging "Thank yous" at each door and bantering with the other parents about how thankful we are for a clear, albeit very cold, night.