|Haunted House 2010
I remember one Halloween in particular. The kids were 7, 5 and 3. We had just set out for the evening. It was already dark. Unaware, Katie stood in a fire ant bed that was right at the front sidewalk of my parent's neighbors. She got bitten all over both feet and started screaming and crying. We hurried back to Nini and Papa's house for some TLC. Poor thing couldn't wear shoes for days. She still has scars on her feet. That was probably the shortest Halloween we ever had, but we learned a valuable lesson; wear closed-in shoes...even if you are a princess.
Tonight we went to a neighborhood haunted house in my parent's neighborhood. Pete and the kids went last year, but I was propped up in my parent's recliner icing my torn Achilles tendonS (notice the "s" there- I messed up both of them). I was amazed at all the effort these people took to create a fantastic spooky experience for fun and for free.
They also had a good message to share: don't use drugs or drink, or you'll end up dead like the skeletons and zombies, and stay in school or the wicked witch will come and find you.
Pete got one of the monsters to poke my shoulder and scare me, that little rascal. The kid's weren't too scared, but the others in the group were going crazy screaming at the top of their lungs. As Nicholas put it, "They were almost scarier than the haunted house."