Halloween: You Be the Judge
Posted: Thursday, October 25, 2007
by Mary Fagan
Motherwise
I am afraid. Halloween is around the corner and once again I'm instinctively gripping my seam ripper just a bit too tightly. The horror of our community's annual Halloween costume competition - oh, excuse me - Halloween party, has me stressed.
Another year for costumes to be judged, prizes to be awarded and little hearts to get broken. And therein lies the real scare: The big people who take losing very hard.
And when they finally call out the winners, it is frightening to see the children comforting their moms with the free donuts that are served and trying to coax them out the door with their chocolate candy collected after a hard beggars night out before their sobbing and accusations become too embarrassing.
In past years, my children have asked for the craziest costumes. My middle child wanted to be a salad. What kid wants to be a salad? This is the same girl who gags when any green vegetable comes within two feet of her pre-processed foods only body.
The best I could toss together was a big ball of green cloth stuffed with newspaper for her middle, green tights, croutons of yellow sponge, red felt tomatoes, and a bottle of Wish Bone dressing to carry. She added the "cheese" with her winning smile and did her best to ham it up. No need to add nuts - we already are.
She won. (Or shall I say I did?) The down side is that I had to live up to that win, and my other kids felt they deserved a similar winning wardrobe, causing every creative bone in my body to feel arthritic.
All that effort for free candy? Well, a lot of that IS chocolate. All I asked for was my fair share of the good stuff. (No apples, please. My increased blood pressure from Halloween stressing provided a nice healthy glow, thank you.)
I thought I was in the clear this year as this tricky charade expires at age 10 and all my kids are all past their prime. Then I was asked to be a judge. I accepted the challenge as I am not well-versed in conjuring up lame excuses on the fly. (Note to self: Ask the kids for help.)
I am hoping that no one gets too scary when the winning costumes are called out. I am not exactly sure where the emergency exits are located and I already have enough grey hairs to disguise.
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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)Mary, I laughed out loud! Thanks, I needed that. I am so glad my kids are grown...it's wild out there! Are you asking for prayers?!Glad to oblige. And yes, prayers couldn't hurt!
Mary, gee, I am impressed how you put together the salad... I would have been at a loss. You have a style that really makes me laugh! Good luck this year!Thanks for the wishes, Judy. My inspiration for the salad came from sheer desperation. I have no idea where my daughter's idea to be one came from.
hi mary,
well, i see i'm not the only one who thinks you have a great sense of humor.
i would love to be alone with your kids for a day, they must be hilarious, in a very healthy way. your story was so true, cute, and humorous. it appears you have many talents! keep writing us and gracing us with your whit and honesty,
best regards,
sue thom
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