"I will eat them discreetly," she promised.
"No one has ever eaten Fritos discreetly," I said, "especially in Sunday School."
"I will," she said. "They'll be discreetos."
Which reminded me of the new blended word I'd heard, Booge, so I told Emma about it. And that, in turn, distracted me from discreetos and guess who took them to church after all?
shaking head sadly
Booge comes from Superstore (a TV show, not an actual store) and it is a combination of Ebeneezer Scrooge and Halloween. And it describes me perfectly.
When I was buying
And, yes, that's a variation on what our friend Ebeneezer said about Christmas.
Maybe three ghosts will visit me and cause me to mend my ways, but I doubt it. Halloween is just to be endured every year. (And I seriously wonder about people who claim it's their favorite holiday. You've met the other holidays, right?)
So I don't love Halloween, but I do love Emma. (despite the discreetos)
And she wanted a Halloween party.
Saturday found us preparing things she had pinned on Pinterest. The witches' hats and brooms and the little graveyard turned out OK.
The "fingers" were sort of a fail:
One of Emma's friends said they were maybe fat toes instead of fingers. Which is sort of nasty and I apologize.
Thanks to Adri providing the cauldron and Adam providing the dry ice, the punch bowl was even festive:
|I have exactly one Halloween decoration and it is that plug in Jack-o-lantern sitting on the counter there.|
Adam and I slipped away to a restaurant but I felt 100% confident the group would be fine. There's nothing that bolsters your confidence in a gathering more than when they, on their own, pray together before eating.
They are really good girls.
Halloween's ugly and unlovable but these kids are decidedly lovable. Even when you're a Booge.