Thursday, September 1, 2011
Halloween
I want to be a Minotaur for Halloween. I used to want to be a werewolf. But the Greeks have way cooler monsters. My friend Jacob said he was going to be a soldier with a knife stuck in his head all bloody and this girl in my class named Kylie-the-big-fat-jerk made fun of both us. I bet she is going to be something lame like a cheer leader or some stupid pink princess. My mom wants to be Finn the Human for Halloween. I don't care as long as she stays away from my candy. I'm not falling for that Parent Candy Inspector thing she does this year. I'm on to her big time!
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Tom:
ReplyDeleteI really like reading your posts. I have been reading your mom's blog every day for a few years now, and I have always enjoyed her stories about you. I am a mom to a 15-year-old son and a 10-year-old son. I also grew up with five brothers, so I know a few things about boys, but still, I'm hoping to learn a thing or two from you. The minotaur sounds very cool. I hope you post some pictures--even if you keep your identity/face hidden, which you should because, unfortunately, there are some creepy people out there, and you can never be too safe.
Looking forward to your next post.
Mrs. F.
Inspecting our children's candy is a crucial and anxious job. It causes us mothers much stress. So isn't it therefore just that our diligence earns a modest reward? Luke's Gospel does say a laborer earns their wage, after all!
ReplyDeleteTom,
ReplyDeletePlease tell your mother that I (one of her readers) think she should let you have a blog! You're a great writer - fun and interesting!
Jane
Yes Tom, my father used to try that Candy Inspector bit on us too. I blush to admit that I used it on my kids until they got wise.
ReplyDeleteThis year I am answering the door as the Easter Bunny. That ought to confuse a few folks.
I love the name you chose for your blog!
ReplyDeleteTom, for me it was my grandfather. My mother made us take our Halloween candy downstairs and offer our grandparents a piece. Grandma was easy - she had diabetes and always declined. Meanwhile, I'd hide the best pieces of chocolate under all my candy - you know, like the BIG Hershey bars - and hope Grandpa wouldn't find it. Man had a nose like a bloodhound; he always found tha damn chocolate!
ReplyDeleteTom
ReplyDeleteI grew up in a country where they do not have Halloween but they have an elephant god. I guess it was haloween for them in the temple every Sunday or whatever the holy day of obligation was.