Hallow–what's-that-again?

This year for Halloween was a little different than any years in the past decade and a half.  I was going to be “participating” in the annual ghoul-fest, but in a capacity outside of that which I have become accustomed. 

Having two kids, there have been 14 Halloween nights that required chaperoning or tagging along with said youngsters as they went trick-or-treating. This was the first year that they were allowed to both go sans an adult and wander the neighborhood in search of goodies, none of which had been shared with their father to date.

Since I was going to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters who darkened my doorway, and N was going to join me for the first time, I had to come up with a costume.  I’ve been Darth Vader, of course, and any number of characters comes to mind as appropriate for me, but I hadn’t put thought or effort into planning this year’s outfit. By the time I got home from work, I had 45 minutes to design a costume and get set up.

Then it hit me.  As a matter of fact, it hit me as I was concluding my last post to this very blog.  That chocolate box for which I had just discovered the identity was now my identity for a few hours on Halloween night.

Enter Domo-Rock:

P was not too proud to be seen around Dad as Domo:

Then enter the most fantastic Minnie ever!

It was fabulous.  Little kids inquired because they didn’t know what to think of me.  One little guy was almost to the door at the next house before he stopped eyeballing me.  A lot of ‘tweens were happy to see this crazy character, many yelling “Domo!” from the sidewalk before they got to the door.  One girl even said “You two are the coolest adults in the neighborhood.”

Yes we are.