I think I’ve already hinted twice (thrice?) that we’re not going to attend our village’s Trick or Treat and Halloween party this year because my big brave 3-year old is still traumatised by the costumes he saw last year.
Well, you can’t blame him. I can’t blame him. Some of my neighbours really go all out, props and all (read: fake blood, fake knives, real wheelchairs) and some of the costumes really freaked me out, too.
So while my mother, sister, and even our new helper, Michelle, joined the party, Yuri and I were holed up in my room the whole evening. When the kids – and adults – got to our house to ask for treats, they were even calling for Yuri. But no amount of cajoling could ever persuade the boy to get out of the house haha.
(Photo above was just taken yesterday, but you can imagine that kind of expression whenever he sees someone in costume.)
Ironically, this is also the first year we’ve had good weather during Trick or Treat. Previously, we always get stuck under a huge thunderstorm!
Littler Yuri as a Pirate LAST year
It’s not like we missed out on the fun. All of the candies my tween sister brought home (adults go Trick or Treating here, too), Yuri also took part in. I tried eating a chocolate bar, but then, that day, I discovered I had lactose intolerance. Permanent or not, I decided to swear off dairy milk completely. But no, not cheese, not yoghurt.
(Side note: I ate our usual quesadilla breakfast today and didn’t have any adverse reaction to cheese. So it’s just probably milk. Yeah.)
I’ve digressed. As I was saying, it’s not like we missed out on the fun. I had a lot of realisations during the “Halloween” weekend.