I don't particularly like Halloween. I don't remember liking anything about it as a kid except the candy. Candy corn, especially. Candy corn and Kit Kats. Candy corn and Kit Kats and Nestles Crunch bars. Yea, I could go on...
I'm not big on costumes, or masks, or even giving candy to cute little kids who ring my doorbell. That's because even when I was sort of enjoying that part of it, there were the 16-year-olds standing there with pillowcases, wanting/taking candy but not even making an effort to dress up.
And these days I'm not all that comfortable calling them on it - what's to stop them from pulling out a gun and shooting me? So I don't give out candy anymore - is there such a thing as a Halloween Scrooge?
Tonight we're going to my SIL to see my great-niece. I asked her (she's 4) what she was going to be for Halloween. Her response?
Really? She's FOUR, how does she know what a vampire is? So I asked her.
"It has pointy teeth and blood."
Okay. Either she's growing up too fast or I'm getting old too fast. Maybe a little of both.