Tricks, Treats, and Writing

I know I should be writing more about the kids and what we have been doing lately. With Halloween so close, there has been much to do. We carved pumpkins with friends visiting. Thankfully, Aunt Maverick was with us to help out. There was one puppy, two ghouls, a creepy face, and one scary face carved. If we had had candles, the day would have been perfect as we lit the jack o'lanterns that evening. Oh, well. We'll get some by tomorrow night for sure.

Finwe's class at preschool had a pumpkin decorating day with faux trick or treating. One of the handouts was a whoopee cushion. There are only three boys in his class, and each one of them had to sit on the cushion three times. At home, I inflated that thing so many times that I nearly passed out from lack of oxygen. He adores it. Farting and pooping are big deals for this boy. (insert eye roll)

This is the pumpkin he decorated, mostly without my help. It's an untouched up photo, but with two kids home ill today, that's all you are going to get.

At the party, the assistant director painted their faces. Finwe began completely upright. The more she drew on his face the more he leaned to the left. He also played in the pile of hay. He threw it at me, too. I picked straw from my hair and shirt for about four hours.

On our way home we walked with another of the little boys in his class and that child's grandparents. The boys greeted each other like this, "Hey there, butthead." I'm not kidding. They repeated this greeting with some embellishments for the next two blocks. The grandmother and I agreed that ignoring it might make it go away sooner. I'm rethinking that idea.

The "butthead" walk reminded me of my daughters at this age, who would come home crying if someone called them something as innocuous as "dress-wearer."