I may help the kids cross the street while trick or treating and I may help the kids make fair trades with each other once they have collected all their candy on Halloween night. Other than that, not much more from me.
This year we started a tradition of a Halloween dinner for the kids. It starts with a viewing of the legendary and never matched "The Great Pumpkin"
The house is decked out Halloween style, some stuff purchased, some of the kids stuff (with only the best making the cut; some times they make crap, let's not pull punches here).
Then there is the dinner:
Apple cider, covered in gummy worms
Mummy dogs (Mr ONG downed four of these in no time and still hasn't recovered)
Finger cheese sticks
Ghost Nutter Butter's
My wife claims it was no big deal and promises bigger and better next year. The kids loved it and I may have loved it even more. Kids don't forget days like this.
I attempted (key word is attempted) to set up the next event, the pumpkin carving. I figured we would lay out a few blankets in the garage, get some garbage bags, get our carving tools and we would be in business. Here is how it went:
- Blanket unfurled and covered in stink bugs.
- My first attempt to cut off the top of the pumpkin resulted in an incredibly uneven line and I basically cut the poor guy in half.
- Kids get bored because, let's face it, they can't really carve unless we make the proper plans for an emergency room visit.
- They knock down tools in the garage while bored, we yell, they want to help more, we say no, they go inside and my wife and I are responsible to complete the task.
Mine. Not so much. Pay close attention to the top of the pumpkin, I can't even hide how poorly I carved the top. A sad, sad effort indeed.