We decorated our yard for Halloween yesterday, and because most people don’t genuinely fear plastic skeletons and fake cobwebs, I always like to include something that plays on a genuine fear. This year I chose fear of flying:
I’m really pleased with how the smoke turned out. The trick-or-treaters will be here any minute, but if I have time after I finish this post, I’m going to make a decoration to represent fear of public speaking.
The last two years I made these spider crackers for the kids to take to their classes:
You may have noticed the spiders only have six legs–this was not an accident but rather a conscious decision to encourage their classmates to argue with me about spiders having eight legs, and I can argue about adults always being right and later they’ll always remember Halloween as the day they learned adults can’t be trusted.
My seven-year-old, The Fonz, was a mad scientist.
My ten-year-old, Optimist Prime, was Hello Kitty. And yes, it was meant to be ironic.
Here are the kid’s costumes from 2010:
In 2009, Optimist Prime was Thriller-era Michael Jackson:
In 2009, The Fonz was Jackson 5-era Michael Jackson:
In 2008, Optimist Prime was a cowboy riding a chicken. He had no help from his dad. Wait, I mean he barely helped his dad.
And The Fonz was Harry Potter, even though I’m not sure he had any interest in Harry Potter whatsoever.
In 2007, The Fonz was a Jukebox. If you gave him money and pressed one of four buttons, he’d sing you a song.
And Optimist Prime was a headless man.
Also in 2007, our complex chose to do trick-or-treating a weekend earlier than Halloween night, and we were unaware until the first trick-or-treaters rang the doorbell. The costumes above weren’t finished yet and we literally completed the costumes below in less than ten minutes. The white on Optimist Prime’s face is bar soap.
In 2004, the pair were a rickshaw driver and his rider.
This is The Fonz at three years old on a day nowhere close to Halloween: