We've been watching Michael Palin's Around the World in 80 Days (which is available on DVD if you look for it long enough though it is hard to find)Palin was just in Bombay, struggling with how to deal with the beggar children surrounding his car, and the next night Roo and the kids were carving pumpkins and I was providing annoying 'mom commentary' like:
Me: "Remember to say please and thank you."
Hugo: "Mom, you can't say trick or treat please! It sounds weird."
Me: "Well, say it anyway. And say thank you."
Me: "Or you could just say, pardon me for intruding but I'm participating in this cultural phenomenon of door to door begging so I wonder if you could indulge me by handing over some candy, please?"
Roo: "Say you're in training. When you get really good, you can go to Bombay."
Roo, fortified by beer, created all these with a billion bit Ryobi kit, some power drills, and kitchen knives. We just provided designs.
Mine is The Scream.
Hugo's is Happy to Eat You - with a sharp grin.
Amelia's is Flirty but Fiery.
Roo's is the Hockey Mask dude. He did his own last and it probably quite accurately reflects his inner state of being by that time.
Amelia tried to put the ice princess veil on everyone who sat still long enough. I think we know now why my upper back hurts. Behold the unergonomic blogging princess.
The kids will be out tonight with Roo. I'll be home, either holding back baying dogs & giving out candy, or if that proves to be too much for poor Rocky - who takes guarding this house very seriously - hiding in a back bedroom, eating the candy.
2 comments:
St. Louis has a tradition of telling jokes or a poem in order to get a treat. I think maybe back in the mists of time they melded Martinmas with Halloween.
Anyway, at least there's sort of an exchange of goods and services.
My cat considers it Night of One Thousand Door Openings, which is quite a treat. I think he's been through the door every time I've opened it so far.
Great pumpkins! I've told Ed that I want a jigsaw for pumpkin carving when he wins the lottery.
I found that the reality of using my laptop in comfy chairs wasn't quite what I'd imagined. Now it sits on a desk.
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