Before I had kids, I thought that Hallowe’en was pretty cool.
Now that I have a four year old, I realize that it is more like OMG THE GREATEST EFFING THING IN HISTORY.
I took my daughter trick-or-treating for the first time last year.
She approached the first house, I coached her one more time on what she was going to say when the door opened, she looked at me quizzically again, like “Dad, I think you might be wrong about this – I’m not so sure that knocking on this door is such a good idea . . .”
But I convinced her, told her to knock on the door with a confident “kid, trust me on this one.”
She tentatively rapped on the door, a nice lady answered, and with some prompting she timidly spit out her
“Twick or tweat??”
The lady put about six pieces of candy in her bucket (she was pretty darned cute after all), and here’s what happened:
HER LITTLE MIND PRETTY MUCH BLEW ITS CEREBRAL CORTEX RIGHT OUT HER EAR HOLE
She looks up at me after the door is closed as if to say “DAD – did you see that!?!? Did that really happen?? This is the coolest thing EVAR!”
After that, it was me getting dragged behind this 3 year old for an hour-long whirlwind tour of candy-mongering insanity.
Having to introduce kids to the hard parts of life really sucks. But as I do that for my daughter, I’ll do my best always to remember her first trick or treat . . .