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Where I recount Trick-or-Treating
It’s possible that, growing up, I was more excited about trick-or-treating a time or two. I mean, I remember the time I dressed like a girl (I looked like a Monty Python character), and that was cool because I actually got to figure out how a bra clasped . . . but, last night, well – it was the first time that my kids would be walking for Halloween, and any excitement that I had as a kid – well, I just can’t believe it would have been like this.
The last two weeks at Casa de Batzer have been somewhat hectic, because the costumes were being prepared. Duffy was going to learn to sew by creating a dragon costume (I actually had flashbacks to sewing a boombox pillow in home-ec in 7th grade) and my mother-in-law was going to make a princess dress for Leila.
Me? I was going to try not to get too drunk while everyone else sewed.
Duffy did a great job, and CJ loved his costume. And Leila – well, we always knew that she was a princess at heart.
There was a fairly significant amount of snow on the ground, which was just weird . . . and the night was cold. CJ had layers on, though, and trooped through it all. Leila, well, she was shivering and cold and absolutely refused to wear anything that would affect the pretty. See, she’s my daughter . . . and people were adoring her and giving her candy, so she absolutely needed to be the center of attention, blue lips or not.
CJ had bucket duty, and was very proud of his bucket. He’d go from house to house, even signing thank you, gathering candy . . . well, candy and snowballs. He really liked throwing the snow on the ground.
Leila, well, she was given a peppermint stick at the first house we were at, and she carried it the whole way (it was her royal scepter). In fact, she wanted to carry all of the candy she was given the entire trip . . . despite the fact that her hands only let her carry two pieces at a time. Anytime we took a piece of candy from her, she’d protest, but then start running to the next house to get more.
This was, easily, my favorite Halloween, ever . . . even better than the one in college where we went trick-or-treating for shots and there was some miscommunication over this shot with amaretto & Bailey’s that’s topped with whipped cream…