I recently came across an article about Halloween safety for parents and children. If interested, you can read more here. If you don’t have time to open this link of enlightenment, allow me to briefly summarize;
If your kid has a toy weapon, make sure it is a cloth version. Also, check your candy for metal.
I’m sorry, I know this is perhaps useful information for some but I can’t help but think back to when I was a kid. We carried around real BB guns and carved our own weapons from a tree branch with a pocket knife. Also, we got our candy from our grandparents and aunts and uncles, so unless one of them had it out for us, we were always relatively safe.
I guess times have changed. I no longer live in the small town I grew up in and have only managed to introduce myself to a handful of our neighbors. A small part of me finds comfort in this. I could technically be anyone I want and they wouldn’t have a clue.
Can I answer the door in a bath robe and mud mask as I hand out bags of un-popped popcorn to confused children? The answer to this is yes, I most certainly can.
Can I sit on my entry way floor as I wait for trick or treaters to knock so I can slowly crack the door open and sprinkle Reeses Pieces at their feet with an ET hand? Again….yes, I can.
And if I decide I’ve had far too rough of a day, I can always just tilt my glass eye slightly out of socket.
What are you looking at?
“You don’t stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.”