I have a love/hate relationship with Halloween. I love creating the costumes and getting the whole family involved. I hate making 10 different costumes because the ballerinas change their minds every other week. (Erin, you are not alone.) I love going door to door hearing the ballerinas say, "Trick-Or-Treat." I hate the mountain of candy they drag through the door at the end of the night.
I know everyone is way over Halloween by now. I thought I was too. (I did finally take down the decorations. I swear.) But, this morning the Big Ballerina sing-songed to me from upstairs, "Maaa mmmeee, come up heeeeeerreeeee." I know when I hear that song it's not going to be pretty.
I brace myself, count to 10, promise myself I won't yell, and head to the playroom.
"Where are you?" I ask.
"Over here. Behind the couch," replies the Big Ballerina. "Look!"
Cautiously, I walk over to the couch. My heart is pounding. With my eyes shut tight, I open one to barely a squint and find it...
"That's it?!?" I exclaimed. "You dragged me up here because she spilled her Halloween candy? Big deal!"
"No, Mama. Look closer!" cried the Big Ballerina.
I bent down to pick up the candy, still irritated that she summoned me upstairs for this silly incident. And, that's when I figured it out.
That's not Halloween candy. It's Halloween candy WRAPPERS! The only things left were the lollipops and some random Skittles that she had licked once and abandoned for more sugary confections. Skittles that were now stuck to the playroom carpet.
Yes, I am definitely over Halloween. And, I promise not to post about it anymore. Until next year.