I had the mistaken idea that any or all combinations of halloween embellishments would make a good costume. Choose from a mustache, wand, fake or blackened teeth, cape, duck feet, clown nose, or baseball cap. . . it didn't matter. Mix and match. Take your pick. As many as you like.
After all, I didn't question my own mother when she dressed me up in her skirt and shoes and handed me a plastic rabbit face with ears. And neither did my daughter question me when a neighbor asked her if she was the pope. (She was a princess.)
It's mid October and the temperatures have turned cooler. Leaves are turning color, and school children all over the county are discussing what they will be this year for halloween. Very few, I suspect, think of a rabbit or even a princess. Costumes have become big business. We're much more sophisticated now, and the store aisles grow bigger and fuller every year with faces and monster props I never dreamed of when I dressed up my daughter as the pope. . . . I mean a princess. Along with the scary rubber faces and ornate suits comes something else sinister . . . the end of little people in rag-tag clothes saying their friendly hellos.
Where are they now, those smiling, innocent faces? I know they grew up, but did they have to shed the ladybug costumes for vampire teeth? Have they really become the rubber creatures I will soon back away from at my door?
Well, not completely. I do still see the occcasional bumblebee or sheep, and our mantle still looks friendly and rag-tag. And yes, I do still give out candy, even if I do feel slightly threatened and keep an eye on that tall kid in the back with the black teeth and gravely voice.