Halloween fuss!

When I look at a child who is dressed up in a costume, I immediately look at her face.  Her expression--innocence--soft eyes make whatever she is wearing adorable.  My son Heath is now 20 (can't really believe it went by so fast), and I remember how I would rush home from work to make sure we had the right get up for him.  Where I live, they have a Halloween parade for the kids, and when he was about 3 we made him a pumpkin costume.  I may be able to put together a great television show, but sewing something together and actually fitting it to a body...is not exactly my strength.  It's funny of all the fancy costumes we bought him through the years, I think the self-made pumpkin outfit was the best and most fun.

Today, as I was buying vitamins in a store, I asked the man who sold me them to me if he was going to get dressed up for Halloween tonight.  (By the way, I was in the Village in Manhattan--that is where the big parade happens on Halloween eve). He simply said, "that is for kids not me."  I returned home, picked up the mail and said hello to our grey-haired mailman who was wearing a Marx brother's mask.  He smiled and chuckled, "they will never take the kid out of me."