It's true. We have never been a Halloween family. Neither me or Bob like to dress up. In fact, I would go so far as to say I hate to dress up. And up until this year, we did not have a child who liked to dress up. Each year I have gotten a costume, presented it in the most excited way that I could, and pulled Aid kicking and screaming up and down our street collecting candy. But secretly, or perhaps not so secretly, I was happy that creative costume making (er...buying) would not be in my future.
And then Grandma Mac sent us the "Dragonsaraus". Which is the cutest little mix of dragon and dinosaur you have ever seen, particularly when there is an adorable little 4 year old roaring and scaring the crap out of his brother. He loved it. Which had me loving it.
Grant was sick this year so not really feeling any of it. I finally got him into his Thomas costume, only for our neighbor (dressed as the Grim Reaper) scare the living daylights out of him. She takes Halloween very seriously and let's just say didn't help us out by breaking character. At all.
So Grant made it to exactly one house and then helped Bob hand out candy. I realized that it was me, the Halloween hater, who ended up hijacking the experience and went along with the kids, a little teary eyed at moments, trick or treating. It's impossible not to enjoy oneself with this little crew, no matter what the occasion.
Maybe, just maybe, I could get into this Halloween thing. Maybe.
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