Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm closer to God than I have been in a long time. I just feel uncomfortable taking part in something that seems to glorify Satan. For as long as I can remember, I've gone to haunted houses every October. This year, I had no desire whatsoever to go. Maybe the stuff going on in my life is so bad that I just don't want to be scared unnecessarily. I don't know. Its not a bad thing, though. Think of all the money I'm saving. Those haunted house tickets are at least $15 each!
Mom and I went to Party City tonight to get the kids' costumes for the Fall Festival at church. Shaun and Jordan are going as Batman and Robin. It was a madhouse in there. And I must confess that my youngest child is strange. He was not afraid of anything at all in that store. Not the skeletons. Not the creepy spider skeletons. Not the bloody skull with the hatchet sticking out of it and its eye balls hanging out of the sockets. And not even the ugly zombie thing that convulsed and shrieked whenever anyone walked by it. This, actually, was his favorite thing in the whole, entire store. He was fascinated by it. He stayed right beside it, making it do its thing for forever, laughing his head off. I would have been terrified of that thing when I was his age. I was such a scaredy-cat. Not my Jordan.
When I think about it now, its kind of funny. And weird. None of the other children in the store (and there were a LOT) liked that zombie-thing. In fact, most of them made a point to stay away from it. And there's my child, giggling hysterically at it. My relationship with my mom has now come full-circle. She always had to discourage me from getting into all that scary stuff, and now its my turn to convince MY kids. Stranger and stranger still. I guess I really am getting old.
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