It’s raining, it’s getting cold and you are crashing from your Halloween candies sugar high?
I have a perfect fix for you–a good dose of cute.
You have to (kind of) like kids, though. If you don’t (and I respect that!), you may leave now and go search for “hot girls”, “hot guys” or “cute puppy” on Google—no worries.
Halloween wasn’t much fun last year. Mark was only two weeks old and I spent the evening upstairs, in the bedroom with him, trying to put him to sleep as Feng was dealing with trick-or-treaters downstairs.
I don’t know how to do Halloween because we didn’t celebrate in France when I was a kid. We may have heard about it through American movies (“They get free candies? Seriously?!”), that was it. Thanks to an elaborate but efficient marketing campaign, Halloween took off (again) in Europe in the mid-1990s but it is mostly celebrated in bars with a bunch of drunks acting as… well, drunks. At least this was my limited experience of Halloween in Nantes, where no one needs another excuse to hit the bar scene anyway.
In Ottawa, we give out candies every year. But I couldn’t really go trick-or-treating without that essential accessory—a kid.
I did what any caring and organized mother would do: I spent months thinking about the perfect costume and I sew it late at night, in front of the fireplace.
Okay, scratch that: I stopped by Old Navy two days before Halloween and picked up the pirate outfit because 1) it was only $10 2) it looked like a good fit 3) I really couldn’t dress Mark as a mermaid.
And ta-da! A pirate he was. He loved the hat and kept on playing with it.
And yes, he had some of these candies. Meh. It’s sugar, not poison!