The truth about holidays and little kids is that they kinda suck.
You plan and prepare and pay out the nose to make spectacular celebrations that either end in a meltdown or a wearing out and a wondering, "Is this even worth it?"
And it's not. We know it's not. But we still do it. We suffer through it in anticipation of that day when our children are big enough to act like decent little human beings without ruining one single piece of the evening.
And on that most amazing day, we know we're not raising BABIES anymore - but boys. BIG boys, who are capable of wearing a costume down one long street and up another without losing their ever-loving minds.
That's where we Pressleys found ourselves on Halloween.
Without a doubt, this was the best one we've had. Before it was time to trick or treat, the boys VERY happily played hide and seek with their cousin Lila (I honestly think they'd have preferred to keep playing to trick or treating, if we'd given them the choice). They then hiked down Penn Avenue and back up it, remembering their manners (with reminders now and then), waiting their turns, WEARING THEIR COSTUMES. Oh. my. gosh, Y'all. It was the BEST. It was actually FUN. Halloween was, dare I say it, HAPPY! I already can't wait until next year.
The only time things got slightly dicey was when someone would refer to Gordon and Henry as "Thomas and Percy." It's an honest mistake to the under-informed, but Jones would get VERY cross looking and announce, "I'M SHOOTING STAR GORDON."
So ... it wasn't a PERFECT evening, but it WAS pretty close.
Oh, and Aunt Nancy ("Antsee," as Freddie adorably calls her) gave the boys each $5 in their goodie bags. When I asked Jones was he was gonna do with it, he said, "Put it in my bank." "For what," I followed up. "To go to Disney World," he finished.
THAT'S what I call a "treat!"
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| The boys enjoyed passing out candy with Uncle Brian as much or more as they enjoyed collecting candy of their own! |
