Wadezenegger

Halloween has come and gone...unless you ask Rooney. He is still in Halloween mode and wonders when he is going to go trick or treating again. Mike and I have told him a few times that it is done, but he seems dubious. However, for the one magical night that is Halloween, Rooney had a great time. This was the first year he went trick or treating and despite not really knowing what he was getting, he just seemed to really enjoy getting it.

This year we had dinner and then went trick or treating with our friends Vala, Michael and April. What troopers these kids were. They kept wanting to go to the next house and persevered even when their bags got too heavy for them to carry. Afterall there was candy to collect. By the end of the evening once April got to the doorstep she had to drop to her knees. I don't know if that was because she was too tired or her pumpkin bucket was too heavy, but it was refreshing to see none the less. These days so many people are down on Halloween. They want to give out toothbrushes and go hit corporate America for their logo imprinted pens and pads of paper that it really takes away from the fun of the Halloween I remember. Man if we had those Heely's when I was a kid there could have been a turf war! Our roller skates were clunky and you had to be careful running in them. God forbid you hit a sprinkler head. You could have twisted an ankle and possibly ended your night without having to empty out your candy bag at least once. We ran into some kids while we were out this year but nothing compared to the hoards we used to see. Due to the waning enthusiasm I felt so proud to see that Rooney and April had the "ready to do anything for the candy" spirit of Halloween. Just as it should be.

This is a little off subject but something funny happened yesterday morning. I follow a community blog here and posted on there was a Before/After picture of Arnold Schwarzenegger. As I was reading the post, Rooney looked over my shoulder and said "that's my daddy". I giggled as I asked him which one was his daddy (the Before or After) and I think both Mike and I held our breath waiting for his answer. Obviously, we expected to hear the more obvious and funnier answer, but once again Rooney faked us out and pointed to the Before.




I wonder if the ensuing let down in a few years, when you realize your parent(s) are not Super Heroes, would account for the angry teenage years?