I have a love/hate relationship with Halloween.
It's SO MUCH WORK.
But I remember the magical feeling of getting to be someone else for a day.
Last minute costume fittings and fixes and school parties to attend.
But I get mommy taxes on the loot they bring home.
On November 1st it looks like a monster-sized pinata puked all over the house.
Okay, I'll admit half of those wrappers are mine.
and a week later they are still sneaking into their costumes for a little reprise.
So childhood was pretty great, wasn't it?