This often fills my heart with dread. Standing out in the freezing cold for ages, while little cherubs run amok through the streets, knocking on doors and telling jokes to get sweeties.
My middle boy is now a teen. He’s the same height as me, and takes a size 8 shoe already. He STILL wants to go door to door, asking why the chicken crossed the road, and the house owners look at him with staring eyes, as the answer is always ‘to eat his supper.’
Our kids call it Trick or Treating nowadays. Americanism has taken over, in more than just Halloween, but the kids love dressing up, so who am I to spoil their fun.
This year, his disability is embarrassing him, and to be honest, at times, the rest of the family too. Our embarrassment is for him, as we’re used to his antics and inappropriate comments and funny hand actions, and sometimes, just sometimes, the unbelieving looks from strangers get through, and he understands he’s made a big faux pas.
We try to head it off by only visiting houses where people know him, but with the pumpkin outside the house rule, he can take off to join the tots at the home of someone I don’t know. All I can do is raise my eyebrows and try to send a telepathic signal to the disbelieving recipient of the chicken dinner joke, that makes them laugh, despite knowing it’s not even a joke, let alone a funny one.
Half a decade of trying to get him to change his joke has come to nothing. This year, I’m not even going to try.
The best bit about Halloween, is when it’s over…. We can retreat back inside our front door, while he dumps his bag of sweets on the lounge floor and tries to count them out.
Recapping some of the Halloween, here’s Devils Food Cake Recipe from a couple of years ago too.
Enjoy your spooky evening.
Oh wow. Amazing how sayings travelled, even decades ago.
Mine were about 13/14 when I took them. When we were there, there were a fair few kids around their…
This is a good recipe, I swap oil for lard however as fat retains moisture better making the bread softer.