I'm not sure when it happened, but it has. I've turned into Halloween Scrooge. I'm sorry, I know its like "the most fun holiday ever", but I just can't get into it. I haven't always been this way. When I was a kid, Halloween was the greatest. My dad and I would go to the Girl Scout Father-Daughter Halloween Party every year and we had the best costumes--Paul Bunyan and a tree, a baker and a sack of flour, a pair of dice, Father Time and Baby New Year. God, we were awesome.
Perhaps all my Halloween cheer was used up. I got nothin' left. So, I wasn't very surprised to discover that I'm raising a mini Halloween Scrooge. Kate was definitely not into it. The "pum" was awesome, but the adorable monkey costume? Not so much.
We are such Halloween Scrooges that after we put Kate to bed around 7:30, I put a bowl of candy on our porch with a note that said, "Our baby is sleeping. Don't ring the doorbell, or else. Take a treat."
Bah-humbug!
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