Everything has been placed in the yard…until we place something else.  The diners are at the dining table eating their brains, eyeballs, ears, internal organs and dismembered limbs.  Their goblets are filled with blood, and worms are all over.  The village has been in place for awhile, but the many pumpkins and candy dishes are also in the living room (with the village).  The kitchen is Halloweened out, and the den is only slightly less Halloweenie.  We didn’t know how The Precious would take all of this celebrating.  Mostly, he handled it like a champ.

On the first day of Halloween The Precious walked in and was instantly impressed with the vast assortment of Looney Tunes and Disney Character stuffies that lined the stairs.  There is a ghost trick or treater on the bottom landing waving hello.  He politely said “hi” back.  He came and grabbed my hand and said “Come on Emmy.  Let’s see the punkins.”  We walked through every room in the house and pointed out each and every punkin.  No small feat either as we truly have too many to count.  Yet we saw each and every one (and a few he saw that I didn’t).  He handled it all like a champ.  His eyes were wide with excitement.  He ran from room to room.  He constantly reminded me, “don’t touch Emmy.  It’s breakable!” just as I had reminded him on so many occasions.  He found each and every candy dish too, but his favorite was the three foot tall Tigger that stands in the foyer.  Tigger is trick or treating as a vampire and his trick or treat bag is open and the candy is placed in his bag.  Well once I told The Precious he could get the candy, he ran for Tigger.  He pulled out a bag of M&Ms and politely looked at Tigger and said, “tank you tigger for my tandy”.  Could it get any sweeter than that? Yes.

I picked him up on Wednesday because his uncle was in town from Chicago.  He and his girlfriend are making their farewell tour of friends and family before they head to sunny California to pursue their acting careers.  As we pulled up to the house, my son asked me how The Precious was handling all of the Halloween hoopla.  I told him that he was great with the indoor decorations, but that he hadn’t seen the outdoor stuff just yet.  We rounded the bend and a gasp came from the back seat.  “Look at all the punkins!” he said in total gush of words.  He jumped out of his car seat as soon as the car stopped he ran up to the punkin patch.  Then he noticed the, ummm…moose, that were parading across the yard holding candles and signs and trick or treat bags and he made a run for them.  Then he saw the graveyard filled with tombstones and dead flowers.  He had to walk through it and of course we had to as well.  He started for the front door, and that was when he noticed Frankenstein standing by the door with arms outstretched in a gruesome embrace.  The eyes got huge and the jaw dropped. “Oh no!” he shouted as he saw the monster.  “It’s a monster.”  I tried to tell him that it was just a toy.  I touched it.  I punched him in the face (Frankenstein not The Precious), and asked him if he wanted to box him.  “No.  I don’t want it!”  He clearly stated while backing further and further away.  Then his uncle decided it would be funny to see his reaction to Frankenstein singing Who Can It Be Now.  It was decidedly bad.  He didn’t want that either and he made sure we understood that.  After much convincing, and the promise of a tummy full of candy, he walked towards the door.  I blocked Frankenstein from his view and he walked by chanting, “it’s a toy.  It’s not scary.  It’s a toy.  It’s not scary.”  Nothing more was said about Frankenstein all night long.  As he was being dragged to the car later in the night, he kissed and hugged everyone.  He made sure to tell everyone good-bye, but we were all surprised when he turned to the seven foot tall Frankenstein and said “Bye bye Frankenstein.”

Apparently he is handling Halloween better than we expected.  I think the bowls after bowls of candy through out the house have gone a long way towards squelching his fears.  I think there is enough cutsie married with enough macabre to throw his sense of scary off just a little.  I think he will wear his Halloween costume to our house because his parents will teach him that if he says “trick or treat”  he will get candy.  I think he will handle everything just fine, until the first masked trick or treater appears.  Then I think he will disappear faster than a cupcake at Over-eaters Anonymous.  Stay tuned.

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