Last year we skipped Halloween festivities because Nathan was sick. This year, we headed out to nearby shopping center called Westwood Village with our friends Lisa, Branan and Cooper. We weaved through the crowds and followed the throngs of ninjas, robots, pumpkins and spidermen. There were kids there, too, but I couldn’t see them, except for the ones who yelled, “CAN WE GO TO THE RICH NEIGHBORHOOD NOW?”
It was kind of awkward because Nathan was in his stroller the whole time and could not care less that we ferried him from store to store. On top of his obvious ennui, I had to hold the bag out while employees dropped in one dum dum. Then to prove that the candy wasn’t really for me, I would shake the bag at Nathan, yelling, “Yay! You got candy, Nathan! Yay!” But Nathan could see right through this charade because dum dums are the cheapest candy around and every time they’d drop one of these pathetic little sticks, he’d look at me like, “You gotta be kidding me with that crap! They charge how much for a cardigan sweater set and they’re giving us this?”
We walked through Sleep Country and Mike yelled out, “Free futon with all candy!” and the employee retorted, “Free futon with every $500 candy purchase!”
When we waded through Dress Barn, Mike stopped by the mirror to tell Nathan, “Just so you know, your mother did this to you.”
This is my first post as part of NaBloPoMo. I can never spell that correctly. I want to put Mofo somewhere, because in my world, you can expect a mofo around, right?