Monday, November 1, 2010
This year we finally deemed that our daughter was old enough to go trick-or-treating for the first time. She did enjoy handing out candy to costumed people knocking on our door in previous years but I felt that she needed to experience the other side of things. Okay, the truth is I needed a chocolate fix. So we dressed her up as a clown and set out.
Things didn't go well. I had to hold her hand and do all the talking at every house we stopped at. At one house where the occupant handing out candy had put on a scary old man mask, I even had to bridge the distance between her and him and grab a candy while never letting go of her hand clutched tightly onto mine. Try as I might, I couldn't get her to say trick-or-treat or thank-you at any house. I was beginning to think I should have dressed her up as a mime. We hit up the handful of people we knew and a few more nearby their houses and called it a night. Although she has been on a candy high for a couple days already from other candy given to her by well meaning adults, she now has enough candy to continue her sugar high for another couple weeks. I'm even figuring on that full sized snickers bar disappearing the next time she falls asleep.
The title? Oh yeah. While my wife was applying clown make-up on my daughter, she let rip a rather loud and long fart. She smiled as all clowns do I suppose and announced that it was a "clown fart!"