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How my little angels went from Disney princesses and Tinkerbell to Monster High I'll never know. I will be glad to go one day without hearing my four year old say, "Mom, can you brush my wig? It's a hot mess." Long sigh.
I really don't enjoy Halloween. The only memory I have of trick or treating as a child is of being scared crapless of a house that decorated super spooky. I believe they had a coffin in the front yard one year and the owner liked to dress up scary and terrify children. Jerk. I don't enjoy the jump out and scare you kind of scary. Serial killer TV shows- fine. "Silence of the Lambs"- awesome. Haunted hayride- hells no.
It is funny to see the things that scare my kids. G is almost twelve and can handle scarier things than she used to, but she is so funnily calm about getting scared. She watched part of "The Conjuring" last week with Hubs. When she hit her tolerance level of scary, she just said, "Okay, I'm out" and went to bed. Not afraid of going to her room alone or anything. S is not really afraid of anything that I can tell. E is a typical (I think) almost five year old. She claims to like scary things but then gets really freaked out when she sees them. She refuses to go into Halloween stores and had to be carried around Party City to buy a costume. She gets really scared when Hubs wears fake vampire teeth at Halloween. It is so odd- she doesn't mind the fangs on the counter, or trying them on herself, but if Hubs puts them in his mouth she flips out. Guess who didn't get fangs this year? I'm sure tonight will be interesting since I've scoped out a couple of houses that are pretty guaranteed to make her pee her pants. Here's hoping we all survive. The only thing scarier is knowing I am home alone with 300 pieces of candy.
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