Before I met Gary and the kids, I barely paid attention to Halloween at all. I didn’t get a day off work for it, so it was basically a useless holiday to me.
One afternoon years ago, Gary pulled out the full-size skeletons and other creatures that served as Halloween decorations. We hung them up, and Gary got into a comedy routine of standing behind the skeletons, moving their arms, and making them talk to the kids, who ate it up, laughed, taunted the skeleton, and kept asking Gary to “Do it again!”
I laughed until my side hurt, watching them. Their imaginations went into overdrive, and I don’t believe anyone can trash-talk a skeleton better than this crew. I love the unhindered, free laughter of the kids when they are playing with their father and simply enjoying themselves.
Since then, every time I see a life-size skeleton, witch, or other scary figure, I think of that afternoon watching Gary and the kids laughing and having so much fun. It makes me smile.
I have never drooled over gigantic ghouls, witches, or ghosts…until now. I have never pictured the house draped in fake spider webbing or wondered how many tombstones it would take to fill the front yard…until now. Fake body parts, skulls, and simulated open wounds have held no fascination for me…until now.
I have definitely learned a love of Halloween from Gary and the kids. Now if only they can learn a love of all things spider-y from me, so I can bring home this little cutie: