It’s pretty simple. This is where my problem begins.
Halloween: An event held on October 31, celebrated by children going door to door while wearing costumes, begging for treats and playing pranks.
What? Everyone’s okay with this?
I truly think Halloween is the most bizarre, confusing and ridiculous festival. And this is why:
1. Knock-knock …
I’m BAFFLED. Seriously. I believe I may have spent about an eighth of my life telling my children, “Don’t talk to strangers”.
And yet, HERE WE ARE!
Walking the streets at twilight, knocking on doors, yelling slogans in people’s faces and eagerly awaiting a treat? Call me a grinch, but my old-fashioned brain is struggling to connect the dots. Trust me, I want to be with you. I love a party, I love people, I love treats. But I’m lost.
I have three small kids. Sometimes (most of the time) I have no control over where they go. They wander into houses, down lanes, across streets, they wash their hands in dog bowls out the front of cafes, they pick up snails, they walk in dog poo, they stop to watch ants crawling up fences.
Walking along a footpath with young children isn’t for the hungover or the disinterested. They are wanderers. It’s like herding hungry goats. So, understandably, I have created ONE rule.
Stick with me — and don’t leave the footpath.
If I bring in a footnote to this rule — such as except on Halloween, when you can walk into people’s homes and knock on their doors — I fear my children will either become very confused or very early adopters of Knock ‘n Run.
Easter. Birthdays. Christmas. Birthdays. Weddings. Birthdays. Retirement party for Nanna. Birthdays.
My kids get enough treats. I’m surprised their toes haven’t turned multi-coloured from the amount of Smarties they’ve eaten.
So, why, oh, why do I need to teach them they can get EXTRA treats if they knock on strangers’ doors and beg?
Recently, I took my four-year-old son to the park. While we were there, he made a little friend who was about the same age. They ran around together, made dirt pies and taught each other wonderful phrases like ‘bum-bum’ and ‘poo-poo-head’. In other words, he had a fabulous time. As we were leaving, my son’s friend’s grandmother (and carer while we were at the park) offered my son a lolly. He asked me if he could have it. I told him he couldn’t but we’d buy a lolly on the way home. Happy days.