I LOVE Halloween! But I have to confess, I didn’t always love Halloween. I don’t like scary movies, I don’t like to go to haunted houses, and I hated dressing up in costumes. Things have changed.
It’s much more fun with 3 little boys in the house. And on Wednesday the Halloween festivities started in our neighborhood with a ring to my doorbell late into the evening. Jose wasn’t home and I thought it was odd for someone to come over unannounced. Already with my heart pounding and my motherly instincts all set to grab the Swiffer stick to protect my brood, I peeked out the door window and saw little feet running into the neighbors’ bushes. No need to work myself up, just a ding-dong ditch. So I opened the door to find this little cute thing!
According to Google, we got Booed or Ghosted. Remember I grew up Mexican? Yes, this didn’t happen around 26th Street in the South Side of Chicago. If I’m wrong, then my brother and I were lame because this is the first time I see this. AND I LOVED IT! You know I’ll be doing this when all three boys can run out of my car (dressed in all black of course), sprint to the house a few doors down, ring the doorbell and get-the-heck-out-of-there as fast as they can. How fun!
Diego and Santi devoured the treats and got to play with the small and creepy Halloween toys included in the bag. We tried guessing whose little sneakers I saw and it kept us entertained for a bit! Diego and I read and re-read the poem. Here it is for you and I need to tell you, after a few embarrassing texts to the wrong people, we couldn’t figure out who the ghosts were until way past bedtime.
Do you follow this tradition or have had it done to you? I think it’s super clever for young kids.
Have a great weekend everyone!