I have been inspired by all of the Halloween posts and pics to let you in on how we celebrate Halloween at the Kally Casa. I will begin with a Kally Halloween Past aka Trick or Treat.
Miss B was 3 years old and ready to hit the Halloween homes in her sweet little Tinkerbell costume and pumpkin head candy bucket. Somehow she convinced Mr C to wear a neon orange wig as his costume. I lucked out since we did not own anymore wigs or costumes. My costume of choice for the night was a pair of khakis and a long sleeved t-shirt. We paraded her around the neighborhood in search of candy. She wouldn't say "Trick or Treat" by herself so we were calling it out with her. B loved all of the attention and the candy was an extra perk for her. We did get a couple of odd looks and I began to wonder what was wrong. Did that many people think it was weird for us to take a 3 year old trick or treating? After walking around 2 more blocks we finally decided to end this night of bumming for candy. Miss B went up to the door, rang the bell and this Grizzly Adams looking guy answered the door and told B he just ran out of candy. Then all of a sudden he looked at me, started to smile and said he would give her a can of pop. He plunked it into her bucket and smiled as we walked off. Mr C and I kept wondering why the weird turnabout from Grizzly when all of a sudden I looked down and realized the zipper on my khakis was down and wide open giving good ole Grizzly a view of my underwear. I was so embarrassed but later laughed about all those crazy looks I was getting and wondered what the heck people thought when I came up to a house with my fly open yelling "Trick or Treat!"
Am I alone or do you have an embarrassing Halloween mishap to share?
3 comments:
Oh my goodness. That made me laugh out loud. I haven't had any embarrassing Halloween moments, but definitely had a misguided costume in college. I went as the Bride of Frankenstein with my hair ratted out.
Coming home from a party at 3am is not the best time to try and start coming that kind of sh*t out.
Ah, memories.
My children will both try to convince you that they're still scarred from the year that I made their ghost costumes from old sheets (hey, for once I was trying to be cost conscious). They looked like two ragamuffin little children and the ghost year was my one and ONLY attempt and "making" costumes.
Oh yeah, something like that happened to me in high school, the last time I ever went trick-or-treating. I had dressed up in some sort of genie costume, and when I rang the neighbor's doorbell, the dad of the 2 little girls I'd babysat for answered, looked me up and down, and then dropped a piece of candy in front of my bag so I had to bend down to pick it up. It was soooo creepy, I never trick-or-treated again, or babysat for that perv! His poor girls. Almost all costumes for women are designed to be "sexy-this-or-that" so it's really hard to get into the spirit of Halloween as an adult, I find.
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