Halloween

Halloween today.  We're getting to the age where the kids won't dress up, but this year, Blythe did want to dress up.  She wanted to be a fortune teller, but she had very definitive ideas about what that should look like.  Specifically, Blythe wanted a crystal ball she could hold.  She wanted to be able to say to people, "I'm a fortune teller.  It's a skill that comes in handy.  (turn crystal ball around) Your future is a generous one--you're gonna give me candy."  When I wouldn't spend a lot of money on a crystal ball and instead suggested she read people's palms (no monetary outlay necessary), she said she didn't want to be a fortune teller, even though I fixed her up with a great costume.  Instead, she got online and searched for easy costumes you could make with stuff around the house.  She settled on a tacky tourist, wearing shorts, sandals with socks, sun glasses, a wide-brimmed straw hat, and a fanny pack.  She looked great.  Blythe and the sixth graders were going roller skating at Classic Skating, which I suppose is another reason not to wear a long skirt.  She went off for the day and reported back that she had a great time skating.  Although the tacky tourist costume was not very warm, she went out with Lilly and Emma, wearing summer clothing.  She used her fanny pack as a holder for all her candy haul.

Brandt didn't really want to dress up, but we have a long white lab coat and scrubs, so I suggested he go to school as a doctor.  That was acceptable.  He went trick-or-treating with Paul, but this will probably be the last year for him.  I think I need to provide other options next year. 

For our part, I made chicken pot pie for dinner, homemade root beer for the neighborhood hotdog party, and Kent and I went down to the Davis' for a dog, a cup of brew, and a visit with neighbors.  The Stices had donuts, the Seamons had churros.  We handed out candy and oohed and aahed over cute costumed kids we both knew and didn't know.  I tried to raid the kids' candy, unsuccessfully, but we had plenty of left over we can eat over the next several weeks.  Here's to dressed up sugar highs!