Halloween isn’t my favorite holiday, but this year Tatum went all in on the red. Red as in “AAAHHH, what did you puncture?!” She called it “Ghost Face,” but all I could think of was the worst movie from the 90s: Scream.
No thank you. Still, she had a blast trick-or-treating with her little “sisters of mayhem,” so I rolled with it and joined in the spirit literally with “ghost hair.” LOL
It was innocent, fun, and just plain silly. I’m not worried she’s heading to the “dark side.” She just wanted candy and laughter, and honestly, that’s what Halloween should be.
Of course, the night wasn’t over without a little “Switch Witch” twist. When Tatum got home, I was already in bed but she HAD to know how much candy she got. I had her weigh her candy in pounds! She got on the scale, then got back on holding the candy, and I said, “Okay, quick math: how many ounces in a pound?” (Hint: it comes after 15.) Silence. I grinned and said, “I’ll give you fifty cents an ounce. Figure it out!”
She picked her favorites, redeemed the rest, and all was well in Candyland; until she woke up with a tummy ache and had to miss her Saturday soccer game. (no bueno)
Parenting win? I’ll call it a tie.