Well, it's Halloween, and if you were wondering, I'm dressed up as a guilty mother. Yep, no costume for my 14 month old baby. No pumpkin. No plans of trick or treating. And no Halloween decorations of any kind. I hate to admit it, but if you entered our home right now, the only terrifying thing you would see is a half eaten bag of candy, that hopefully will suffice for the "Take one" bowl I'm planning on setting outside. Yep, you heard me, I'm going with the "Take One" bowl. Why? For two reasons: 1. My baby goes to bed at 7:30, and if that doorbell even goes off once, I might find myself with some Halloween decorations after all. (I'm implying a slain body of a child and their caregiver.) And 2. After years and years of not taking
just one, but actually dumping the entire bowl - yes, the bowl too, into my bag, I feel it's my duty to give back.
So, tonight I'm not only prepared to lose all my candy in one visit, but the bowl I will use to set it out. Does this make me a better person? If that's what you want to call it. Am I righting the universe of all my childhood theft? Again, if you are going there I'm not going to stop you. Will I miss the bowl? Probably, but again, I've been "given" so many bowls in the past - am I really losing anything? And isn't the death of a bowl really the spirit of Halloween? I mean wouldn't you say my fellow celebrators of
Dia de Muertos, or Day of The Dead, for my non-Spanish readers? (Yeah, I took some Spanish in middle school.) Don't know what that means? Hmmm...it's so sad to see when the original origins of holidays get lost. Pagans.
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We got 1 group of trick or treaters. The Rowberry's. Bless their hearts for knowing that people do occupy our house. Then I just took a big handful and dropped it on the front porch. Still there when I looked later.
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