He just isn't into the scariness of it all.
At all.
He is into the candy.
Really really deeply in love with the candy of the season.
Met a witch at Zellers today.
Screamed in terror.
There were real tears.
Begged me to go closer so that he could get a lollipop.
Licked that lolli with joy for the 25 minutes we strolled the aisles
checking
over and over again
that we were not being followed.
By her, the 'cary witch.
Arrived home 2 hours later
to mama's worst October nightmare.
He was thrilled.
i was looking over my shoulder
hoping and praying I wasn't being stalked by a snowplow...
but back to Ben and Halloween.
After he rolled about
inadequately dressed
and chilled himself to the bone
it was time for a nap.
Screamed in terror again
asking over and over again"lollipop witch come my home boomers home mama?"
"lollipop witch coming?"
"cary witch coming mama?"
Yup,
give him the candy but pass on the "cary" part of the day.
So here we are
at the farm
having a glorious dinner
and no 'cary witches will ring the bell
cause we are in the middle of NOwhere.
And there is candy.
And pumpkin carving
Which is fun
as long as you don't actually expect him to touch the pumpkin guts.
Pointing...watching the process with a flashlight...counting the seeds...
Perfect.
Happy Halloween!