Thursday, November 5, 2009


Last night I stopped by my daughter’s house.

But only because all three kids—and me—were feeling better.

“Mom? Since you’re here, could you watch them while I run out for something?

Probably to find her sanity, I thought.


“If they ask for more candy, don't give them any. They’ve already had one piece.”


No sooner was she out the door . . .

“Grandma? Can I have another piece of candy?”

“No, sweetie, mommy said no.”

 “Please grandma? P L E A S E?”

“No honey, Mommy said no.”

“Mommy’s mean!” my granddaughter huffed and stormed off.

And that got me thinking.

Halloween really is a mean holiday.

We get kids all excited weeks before.

We fantasize with them what they’re going to ‘be.”

We point out scary costumes in stores.

We point out beautiful princess costumes in catalogs.

We make funny, outlandish costumes you can’t buy anywhere.

We dress them up and take them to Halloween events like at the mall and zoo.

We dress them up again for school.

We dress them up again for Halloween night.

We put make-up, wigs, tiaras, or whatever on them.

We take lots and lots of pictures.

And finally . . .


We walk them around the neighborhood “dressed-up.”

We oooh and aaah when candy is thrown in their bucket, bag or pillowcase.

We take them home.

We say,” Let’s see what you got!”

And then we say . . .

“You can only have one piece of candy. It’s almost bedtime.”

One piece?

Weeks of anticipation! Weeks of dreaming of candy!

For one—or two—pieces of candy?
What kind of sick demented tease is this?

And then if that wasn't mean enough . . .

We keep the candy in plain site for weeks, teasing and taunting them even more!

No, Halloween’s most frightening creatures are not witches, goblins, ghosts or monsters.



“Yes, sweetie?”

“Please can I have one more piece of candy? Please?”

“OK, but promise not to tell mommy?”

“Promise! Grandma, you’re the BEST!”


Always, Em-musing

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