We were driving home when Cass piped up.
"Dad, Dad! I want to decorate for Halloween!"
Bear nodded. "I think your Mom has some stuff she wants to do...."
"No! I want to take a jack-o-lantern? And put ketchup in it? And then we can run a rope up by the door, so when trick-or-treaters come by, when we open the door...."
"Cass! That's horrible! How'd you like to get all wet when you went trick-or-treating?" I made horrified mother noises and peered in the back, where the fruit of my loins was rolling his eyes at me.
He gave me the duh! look. "I know that. No, we could put a rope up on the roof - we'd put a pulley up there, (and here's where I went into a sort of fugue, thinking 'My baby! Where has mah baybee gone?? He used to be so sweet!).......and then when we pulled it, the water would spill into the pumpkin...and it would look like blood was coming out of it!"
B looked at me. "Where does he get this stuff?"
I fretted. "I don't know! Do you think it's that boy X in his class? I mean, I know he's rough, but Cass seems to like him, and they had a good time this summer on the..."
Bear was shaking his head. "No, Jess. Not that. This pulley idea he's talking about? The way he's described it, it would.......work."
Thursday, 23 October 2008
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Super Genius! :)
I have a neighbour old enough to know better who rigged a rope between the house and the barn one Hallowe'en and the older kids took turns swooping down it on a pulley, wrapped in a sheet and screaming ghoulishly.
It's a guy thing, he told me as I turned pale.
I promise not to tell Cass.
Excellent! I miss living someplace where we actually have trick-or-treaters. Everyone is too far away now.
It's a guy thang. Daddy is proud.
HA! Boys...bad, bad boys. I've got a post in the brew about my bad boys. Well, kinda.
Ahh. That's what I love about Halloween, the creativity and fiendishness of it all.
It HAS to be a boy thing... my older one gets these crazy ideas all the time, ideas that would work. It's a little scary... thank goodness the little one's too little to collaborate with him!
LOL! Aw Jess, at least you have Rosey. :-)
And dad and son will go off into the sunset of Big Plans and creative Halloween gory-ness.
As Witchypoo says, "It's a guy thang."
They are born with the little devious engineering minds. I have proof X3 in my house, lol!
Its an awesome idea! My kids would love it!
That is so awesome. What a smarty pants.
I always wanted to do something like that when I was a kid. It's definitely the Warner Bros. cartoons. :)
LOL - at least you know what is going on inside his head! Congrats on the future rocket scientist.
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