The day finally had to come, I suppose.
The day when both kids would hang up their pumpkin buckets, declaring themselves too old to go out trick-or-treating.
We didn’t even get a pumpkin to carve this year.
I know, I know. But we did get candy, so we aren’t total Scrooges.
Gone are the days of planning costumes, the buying of extra batteries for the flashlights, the excitement of seeing what their friends are wearing.
Gone is the mad scramble of scarfing down a quick (somewhat) healthy supper before heading out to forage for candy and treats.
Gone is the sorting of the candy into individual little piles afterwards, the trading, the sharing.
I miss the fun size Butterfingers that I only allow myself Halloween night.
I resigned myself to another part of childhood being over.
Apparently my girl missed the excitement of dressing up, too.
She’s always been the one to love this night the most, the putting on of contraband lipstick and eyeliner.
She’s always loved playing in her momma’s make up.
At the last minute tonight, she gave into her girlhood love of transforming herself into somebody else.
Meet Rosie the Riveter and her sidekick:
Hope you all had a festive and fun Halloween!
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