Wednesday, November 26, 2014

The day before Halloween, our neighbor put some large plastic decorations out for pick-up, attractively piled at the curb, a kid magnet. #1 Daughter was home sick from school and we watched from the kitchen as #1 son and his rowdy gang of scooter hooligans had an epic play on the driveway with them. I have been providing the kids with toy weapons, plastic swords, a cloth indiana jones whip, play tools that can be used as laser guns, a light sabre. They have these epic battles, but on the day before Halloween it transcended into performance art. Whether setting up Mrs.Claus, to be shot execution style by the large silver tomato shooting bazooka from #1 Sons Foodfight costume or the littlest boy with the limp carrying the plastic North Pole sign on his back ready to bonk someone with, it was pure street theater. #1 Son is paddling the large half pumpkin around like a boat. We were laughing so hard. It was a little crazy but so lively, I just couldn't bring myself to reign them in.

On Halloween, for once I stayed home and let the man take the kids out trick or treating. It was so odd to be at home. Daughter #1 had made a miraculous recovery.I only got about eight kids coming to the door. I was watching some ghost hunters show, when suddenly the phone rang. it sounded like a tragedy. I could hear children wailing...
 "Come get us!"
"What why, whats going on?"
It's raining!
What it's raining?
I am so unused to the sound of rain these days.
"Where are you?"
"Right around the corner!"
"I'll be right there."
I run outside in bare feet. It was pouring. Like it hadn't rained in months and we are in the middle of this horrible drought. It was coming down so hard. When I pulled up in the wagon, #1 son and his young friends were wailing like it was the end of the world.