There’s something in the cold air on Halloween night that brings the kid out of me. It can be the smell of the fireplaces burning, or the cool breeze that sends chills down my spine, or the chuckling of children, but it’s a once a year feeling. As I painted my son’s eyes black and placed his batman mask on, tears were filling my eyes, I was tripping out how fast he’s grown. Last Halloween he had no idea what was going on and this year we’re practicing the “Trick or Treat” song and he’s cracking up at the part wear it says Trick or Treat, Smell my feet... As soon I put his mask on he was in character. He no longer answers to Jack Jordan, its Batman from then on.
We had a potluck at our Best Friend’s new home and it was a night of eating, treating, and laughing. There were times that I would ask my son to make a batman pose and he would put his basketball candy basket down and get in a fighting stance. He was cracking people up left and right, I was so proud! Later that night he told me I had fun mommy! That’s all that mattered to me… job well done!