As Halloween approaches, my children's imaginations grow. It probably doesn't help that all our neighbors seem to be-excuse the pun-in the spirit and decorate their porches with all sorts of strange things. One has a skeleton bride and groom on their porch while another has a life-sized coffin in their yard complete with skeleton bones. Another neighbor has headstones and a giant, blow-up pumpkin covered in spiders and webs in their yard.
"That pumpkin is mad," Lily says every time we arrive home.
"I wonder what it's so mad about," Lukas says.
Today when we got home, another neighbor had a woman visiting him. She was dressed all in black with a black hat atop her head. They were sitting outside together on the porch talking and laughing.
I parked the car and turned it off as Lukas said, "Look! He has a witch on his porch!"
I glanced at Lukas in the rear view mirror before turning to face him. "Don't say that when we get out of the van."
"Why?" he asked innocently.
"You'll hurt her feelings." I opened the door and got out, pressing the button to open the kids' door as I did.
Just as Lukas, Andrew, and I stepped outside, the woman on the porch let out a loud laugh. Actually, it sounded more like a cackle.