halloween

Bam-Bam, Batman, and Fairy Ma'am

Mr. Fantastic and Johnny Danger read up on their predecessors

Jack and Meg White of the White Stripes

Bat-Bayaaaaaaan!

Happy Reformation Day! Today is the day that Martin Luther posted his 95 theses on the church door in Wittenburg. In Lutheran schools, where D and I attended, this day meant coloring in a photocopy of the Lutheran seal, talking about indulgences and berating the evil Catholic church. Fun for all!

For me, I am recovering from a very enjoyable, overwhelming Halloween evening. No matter how much I try to prepare, trick-or-treaters always take me broadside for some reason. One year I burned 3 grilled cheeses trying to prepare dinner and take care of the onslaught of dressed-up (and shabbily-dressed) kids.

A was dressed as Batman, a popular costume choice this year. "Anunner Bat-bain!" he screams when they come to the door. I only saw two "Ha-yee Pot-ters," a gorgeous Little Red Riding hood, and surprisingly, a group of teenagers who had excellent costumes they made. Usually, teenagers who come to my door give the answer "myself," as who they are dressed to be for halloween. My dad, who I am sure will be beat up sometime for this, refuses to give candy to kids who don't dress up. Many of these kids are as tall as my dad, and twice as broad. He just likes the conflict, I guess.

There was a little more excitement than I would like near my friend's house last night. There were about 50 very loud big kids roving in a pack down one of the main neighborhood streets, and one of the neighbors was egged in the face by one of them. I also just found out that 2 people's car windows were smashed in an alley. There was a cop car that stationed itself down at the end of the street finally, but that didn't give me a whole lot more comfort. It's so depressing to have such punk-asses roaming around. There are kids who sometimes mass around the playground too, screaming obscenities at each other and making a scary mess of the place. When I am there, my teacher-self bubbles to the surface and longs to give them all a good long detention. Alas, their moms just tell them to get out of the house and quit bugging them, so they go and make nuisances of themselves elsewhere.

On a good note, my best friend came by with her 3 wonderful little ones, since they live on a very steep hill and don't have much neighborhood to trick-or-treat in. The boys had a great time, and little L was super-sweet as we made the rounds. The boys especially liked their muscly shadows on the ground, and helped hand out candy to people coming up. Then some other friends came by to trick-or-treat with A, and D said that he was ecstatic to get candy at each house.

We looked over the loot later on with A, and it was so funny to see his reaction to all the shiny wrappers and different shapes. I don't know how much of it he will eventually eat. Not much, if I have my way--I don't want him to suffer the same dental traumas I endured. Plus I am greedy and love chocolate. Counting on a short attention span for this!