OK, I know it’s boring because I do it every year but it’s not my fault it gets worse every year and I can’t adapt.
Who wants to guess when our neighborhood Halloween party was?
I keep staring at the calendar like a maniac. I mean, it’s not even the weekend before Halloween. It’s the weekend before the weekend before Halloween. Klara is old enough to understand that something is not right. “But it’s not Halloween yet, Mommy,” she says. “Why are we having a party?” I have no idea what to respond.
On the positive side, kids were given glow sticks at the party, and these were Klara’s first glow sticks, so she’s enraptured.
She’s also a very polite child. “Look, a witch!” a said pointing to one of the decorations.
“It might actually be a skeleton, Mommy,” she said gently. “I think you made a mistake. But that’s OK! Don’t be sad!”