I’ve always been a kid at heart. I guess that’s pretty obvious. I wanted to stay a kid forever. I was terrified about becoming an adult and missing out on all the fun that goes along with having few responsibilities, but it was unavoidable.
One of the biggest things I missed was the fun of Halloween. As a child, Halloween was one of the best holidays. After the big parade and party at the school, we would go home and wait (not so patiently) until dinner was over and we could finally go trick-or-treating.
Well, on Wednesday night, all that fun and excitement came rushing back. My husband and I both hurried home from work, made a quick and easy dinner and got our little boy all dressed up in his Halloween finest. The poor little guy had no idea what was going on or why he was in a chicken costume, but the minute he saw himself in the mirror he began waddling around the living room making quacking noises. (I know ducks quack, not chickens, but he’s only 18 months old, so I think that was pretty impressive.)
We walked up to the first house, and although my little chicken had no idea why we were going to random houses, knocking on the door and then leaving, once he realized they were doling out candy, he was running from house to house and saying “treeeat” as soon as a face appeared in the door.
Of course after about one block, he was done and just wanted to dig in, but our 15 minutes of fun was enough to put a big smile on my face, and the little chicken was pretty happy too.