Halloween-ing

I wish I had a better picture of my cute little pumpkins (I'll work on that).

I won 2nd place (out of 3 people... participation was surprisingly low)... but I beat last year's champion... so that's something.

Ya, so I got in trouble for interogating Trick-or-Treaters. If they didn't look like they had a costume, I asked them what they were and if they didn't have a good story, I was prepaired to hassle them... and sometimes I asked how old they were (after offering them candy, not as a stipulation for candy)... and if the kid was really little and they were distracted (by the "ghost" contraption that I have rigged up to fly out our door and over their heads), I would prompt them to say the proper greeting.

Actually its not a very nice greeting. I mean, not in its original meaning. "I will do something mean to you unless you give me something good to eat." How aweful! Talk about the kids running the show [MISNOMER: this is not an expression of my feelings on this holiday, it is simply a psychologist's rant]... its like giving them what they want just to avoid or stop the tantrum. Really, who's in charge there? And, maybe more significantly, who has the stronger will? I might even venture to say that a lesser kind of abuse would be letting your kids grow up to be obnoxious, selfish jerks who can't see another person's point of view because they have no idea who they really are... no boundries... okay, I need to stop or this could go on and then I'll end up sticking my foot in my mouth (I may have already) as the young, naive, idealistic protestor who has no child-rearing experience of her own... so ya, I'm done.

Halloween was fun... and I'm tired... as usual.