America is obsessed with Halloween. I’ve become somewhat of a spectator to the phenomenon, not overly motivated to participate. I overhear strangers, adults, even the elderly discussing the costume of choice for this season. Houses in our neighborhood have turned to graveyards. Doorways are decked with as much flair as the Christmas season usually summons. The bowl of candy at our front door was a big guess. I couldn’t imagine the children in this neighborhood being willing to walk the hills and long distances between houses. The costumes that arrived at our door were stunning! I would believe for sure I was living in a commercial to promote Halloween by the looks of the kids that appeared at our door. I watched with my mouth gaping wide as pickup trucks pulled up in front of the house with twenty kids riding in the back who unloaded and swarmed us with open bags. Golf carts zipped along the street with costumed kids perched on the back ready to pop off and run through the grass for a treat.
I can’t say I get it, but it looked like they were all having fun. My boys have all agreed they are too old to go trick or treating, and Kira is too young. She wore her kitty costume all day long, running as often as possible to the mirror to see herself and grin. I took her grocery shopping in it, enjoying the smiles she caused by shoppers who passed us.
As trick or treaters approached the door Kira was either enchanted by the pretty ones, or freaked out by the scary ones. She screamed when she saw a ghost and clenched my leg til it turned red. The poor kid felt bad and lifted his mask so she could see it was ok. She discovered they arrived for me to remove what was in the bowl and that it went into their bags. It wasn’t long before she was ready for them when they got to the door, her little chubby hand grasped a handful of candy and put it in their bags. They all liked her more than the candy. The big girls especially approached the door and when they saw her they exclaimed in unison, “awww…”. She lost all interest in the visitors when she ate through the plastic of a lollipop and discovered it was delicious, she crunched on a piece of it, concentrating with her little jaws chomping and she uttered… “mmm…mmmm..mmmmm”. She is delightful. I am so thankful to be able to watch her discover her world.