My grand son loves Halloween. He does up his room, turning it into a haunted house, each year more elaborate as he adds to his stash of ghoulish decorations.
I was visiting them yesterday and we made a trip to the party store so his sister could get a costume for her school dance. He's had his Darth Vadir costume ready since early September. Not everyone is so well prepared. The place was jam packed. His mother had warned him that this trip was for his sister; he would NOT be getting anything. Torture! He was good about it, but, oh, the desire that filled his little eyes.
The young girl that waited on my daughter and grand daughter was very sweet. My grand daughter thought her hair was really cool. It was long brown hair tossed to the right and shaved off the left side. My daughter's comment, "Yeah, well you are not doing that." If I were a really kind of mother I would drag out
Amy's high school picture the next time they are at my house. As my father would have said, "That apple didn't fall very far from the tree."
I had listened to another Annie LaMotte interview on VPR. I just love her. Any way, one of the things she said was that her experience in seventh grade was so horrible that she thought she would never have children just because she knew at some point they would have to go through seventh grade. It is kind of a miracle that the human race goes on when or if you stop to think about it.
Yesterday, it was exactly 100 days until my grand son's 7th birthday. He is a bit math obsessed. It was also, apparently, the first day he did not have a time out in first grade. He is not naughty, but he does have an abundance of enthusiasm. I think it is delightful, but I could never in a million years work with a classroom full of first graders--anything less than fifth graders really--because I wind them right up and myself along with them.
Note that I made this trip the day before Halloween. Tonight I will go out for dinner with my son and have a very peaceful time.
I hope everyone stays safe.