Halloween art from daycare
Sometimes life gets in the way and I don’t get to report back on a major event. Like Halloween.
Which for Dave and I is neither here nor there, not having grown up trick or treating and so feeling no real connection with the holiday. In our pre-Tau days, we were the people who turned off the lights and curled up in bed early with a movie. Or went out for dinner so that we could see everyone dressed up but not have to wrangle with the challenges that Halloween presents.
Like how many pieces of candy to give each trick or treater. And whether you hand the treats out or just hold out the bowl and let kids help themselves. And what kind of candy is deemed acceptable anyway? All that and gauging how much candy to buy upfront, so that you don’t have a mountain of Kit Kats and M&Ms left over. Not that that’s a tragedy in my opinion — I can always find a way to dispose of Kit Kat bars.
But I digress. I didn’t get around to posting at Halloween and then it occurred to me that I should probably do it anyway, even if we are three weeks late. For posterity’s sake.
There was no way we were going to get away without some sort of Halloweening this year. Tau’s teacher informed me that he needed to wear his costume on Halloween day as well as the day after for some or other activity they were doing. I’m not about to get into the whole “It’s your choice to celebrate Halloween/Harvest Festival/whatever you want to call it” thing. While it’s not my cup of tea, I have no real issues with Tau dressing up and trick or treating. Only we didn’t want to trudge up and down the street just yet … we’ll skip that for a year or two yet.
So, getting back to the point, Tau and I flew into — horror of horrors — Party City two evenings before Halloween to get a costume. Keep in mind that this was one week after the California wildfires — we still had boxes packed and ready to evacuate again — so I was not in a particularly creative, hand-crafty frame of mind. Instead, my cut-throat approach was to get the cheapest-but-still-cute costume I could find. And get it as fast as I could.
For those of you in the old country or the old-new country, imagine Party City as the Game (SA) or Zellers (Canada) of party supplies. Then multiply the noise level, crassness of merchandise and number of people exponentially by at least three.
Trust me, I’d looked for a well-crafted or home-made costume in our local kids second-hand store. On two occasions. And with no luck.
I also happened to see a pirate outfit in the Party City flyer. For $9.99.
Cutest pirate ever!
As we entered the store, I knew I’d made a huge mistake bringing Tau. The mass of equally frantic parents and their whiny offspring. The merchandise spilling out of bins all over the floor. The very slow pace of the lines at the cash registers.
But the worst? The life-size scary mannequins, complete with glowing eyes and manic laughter. The bald, dark-suited ghoul that lifts his own head right off his neck and then places it back down.
“Mommy, man DOING!?”
I’ve now scarred my child for life, thank you.
“It’s not a man, honey. It’s just a toy. Man’s just playing.” And directing him around the corner as quickly as possible.
Long story short, we found the picture of Toddler Pirate (4-6T) on the mega wall of costume pictures, we told the attendant the code of the costume we wanted and he scribbled it down on a slip of paper, which we took and went to stand in the ordering line. We then requested our costume by number through a little window and before you could say, “Bwhua-ha-wha-ha-ha!” we had our very own Made-in-China polyester pirate suit. Back past the scary music and the man without a head, through the incredibly slow and congested check-out line and — ah! — back to the car.
Costume frustrations aside, Halloween was pretty uneventful at our house. I did a bit of decorating at the front door, handed out candy, Tau cried his head off at the first ghoul-mask trick or treater that came to the door and refused to come with me to the door anymore.
Oh, and we had a couple bags of Kit Kats and M&Ms left over. Grin.
Wasn’t too keen on the hat