“What is he dressed up as?”

Halloween came and went without any fanfare.  We don’t partake in the festive night of death, superheroes or racy customs for girls. Our street is not very kid friendly and add to that the tail end of this weekend’s storm the weather would have been great for a Vincent Price movie but not for many trick or treaters, with all that being said, like clockwork, we received our yearly single knock from one kid and only one kid. 

Mind you it’s not the same kid each year it’s just one random kid with his mom standing by the curb chain smoking while the little extortionist knocks and demands a treat or else.

It was about 8 or so at night when Judith and I were getting the children ready for bed and expecting to make a quick trip cross-town to pick up our vegetables at Dan and Jenee’s organic co-op when the bell rang.

Judith opened the door and I heard her apologized to the mom and her small boy because we don’t cower to strong arm robbery, I mean we don’t participate in Halloween when I heard Judith pause and ask “What is he dressed up as?”

The mother’s answer for her cute 3 year old little boy: “He’s a cross dresser!”

I’m no fortune teller but I see lots of therapy in this child’s future.