There is candy in the kitchen and large, violently orange pepo on the table, so I guess it can only mean one thing.
The spooky season is upon us once more.
Sigyn and I usually have a lot of fun picking out or making Halloween costumes. One year she was a ghost and I was the Headless Horseman. The year after that, we dressed up like bugs and Fisi ate half the candy. Last year she was the huntress Diana and I was (and it sticks in my throat to say this)…Captain America.
This year, Sigyn has it in her pretty little head that we need to be characters from some new movie.
Ninjajuice Ninhydrin –no, wait, that’s a chemical. What was it again, dearest?
Oh, Ninjago. Yay.
Sigyn makes a very fetching Nya.
No, Sigyn, I will not come out.
No, I look ridiculous. Look, I haven’t seen the movie, so I know nothing about this Zane character or…
…why he has such dorky hair.
Look, my love—I’m having one of my characteristic happy, brilliant ideas: You wear the wig and go from house to house extorting confectionery, and I’ll stay home and make terrible faces at the sproutlings that come to the door. *
* Actually, the hard job here at the house will not be passing out the candy, it will be trying to keep the Terror Twins from running out the door. **
**Although I suspect letting the naughtier of the two felines slip away into the night might be part of the human female’s plan from the outset. ***
***Or maybe it’ll be, “You get a Starburst and you get a Starburst and you get a Starburst and you get a cat. No, stop arguing. You get a cat.”