Sooooooo, my brain has been whirling in a million different directions lately. There’s been upheaval at the day job and hubby’s been gone for nearly three freaking weeks! I know plenty of people who have to put up with spouses being away for way longer (I’m looking at two people in particular) but whiners gonna whine, so here I am…whining. But! He’s coming home Saturday – I can’t wait! 😀
In school weirdness, Corwin’s been working on Charles Darwin Project of Doom for weeks now. It’s been dubbed the CDPoD because it’s never freaking ending. He had to come up with 50 note cards all with facts to include in the term paper, and additional 15 note cards with different facts to use for his speech and Power Point presentation…which he needs to give in character and in costume. Frock coat and beard aside, the teacher informed them that she wants the paper to be a college level term paper. FWUH? These kids are in 7th grade! WTF?! Also, this project has been going on for over a month.
However, I did get a little giggle about the fact that he was assigned Charles Darwin as a topic. She confessed that all three seventh grade teachers met to assign the historical figures to the students, and they figured that we were the only family who wouldn’t be gravely offended for religious reasons if Corwin got Darwin. I just don’t even know what to do with that bit of info… Oh well, at least he got an A on the awful leaf project that gave us asthma attacks and gave me hives.
Trick or Treating was a great time. I continued my habit of giving extra candy to the older kids that are out trick or treating. I just think it’s great that they’re still out having fun. As it is they grow up way too fast and it always annoys me to hear neighbors tell them they’re too old for Halloween. I call bullshit! You’re never too old for Halloween. So I always tell them they’re getting extra candy and why. The expression on their faces is worth buying an extra bag of candy – particularly when Betty the Biddy has already reamed them out. Screw you, Betty!
The best conversation I had was with a four year old little boy. He was trick or treating with his older sister and I’d complemented her dress. He poked his round little face around the door and the conversation went like this:
Little Boy: What about me? You like me? You like my costume?
Me: I do. It’s great! I really like Dracula – he’s scary!
Little Boy: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I not Dracula!
Me: You’re not?
Little Boy: No! I Cra-chunkula!
Me: You’re who, now?
Little Boy: I said I Cra-chunkula!
Little Boy’s Dad: (finally taking pity on me) He’s Count Chocula.
Me: Ooooohhhhhh. I love Count Chocula. He’s way better than Dracula any day.
Little Boy: Yes I am!
God, I love Halloween! 😀