As I made ready for Halloween, I couldn’t help but remember the years of taking my own little boy in search for candy. JT loved Halloween when he was little and from August onward, he plotted each year’s costumes. He was Peter Pan in kindergarten.
For first grade, he was a politically incorrect Indian, a costume he loved so much that he wore it around for the next two years, in the house but also at the grocery store, Home Depot, and Target.
The next year he was a black cat.
In third grade, he was an alien.
In fourth grade, he got in touch with his Scottish ancestry.
In fifth grade, baseball had taken hold of his soul. That year, JT went out dressed as the Pandoval, from the San Francisco Giants.
In the sixth grade, his last year as a trick-or-treater, the boy dressed up as a St. Louis Cardinal. His friend D was a variation of a gory dude, one of his favorite costumes over the years.
Those days have passed and now it’s my job to admire the costumes of the children who are out and about. T and I both enjoyed the kids who showed up on the porch. There were plenty of princesses, musclemen, and undead. We saw a handful of vampires and devils and a few Star Wars characters. My favorite was the little boy dressed as a pumpkin. No ghosts and only a few witches turned up this year. As usual, I hassled the older boys who came out with no costumes. But there was candy for everyone who stepped on the porch at Sassafras House.