... from the Halloween madness.
As much as I love the decorations and outings to pumpkin patches and all that, I have to admit that I don't much care for the Halloween trick-or-treating. Mitch's preschool took the kids to the local shopping mall in the morning for it after a "party" with cookies.
I went along, and I'm glad I did. It wasn't quite a safe and well-supervised trip.
Why, at age 3, does the school need to do this? Maybe dress up in the costume and go for a walk, yes that would be cute. But, do they really need to take them to the busy shopping mall by busy street, and fill the day with candies and sweets?
I can't tell him not to go just because I don't agree with it. Like many parents, I want my son to be among friends and go out on outings. But still, I don't like this trick-or-treat trip. There are several senior centers nearby. Wouldn't it be a better idea to go visit the elderly there? They might enjoy the company of the preschoolers for a short visit.
In the evening, it was much more sane, safe and fun. Mitch and I visited about five houses on the block, the first one being Mitch's favorite neighbor Lia.
We had a nice talk as we walked down the street. We counted stars in the sky. I love to walk hand-in-hand with him.
Neighbors loved Harry Potter with Nimbus 2000.
The best part of the night was to come home and got a candy from Daddy. All but just a handful in Mitch's pumpkin bag is stashed away, out of our sight!
And I knitted. I have to finish the sock this week so I can give the pair to my coworker for her birthday.
Now I can retire the spiders and bats into the closet -- until next year.