When I was a kid I loved Hal­loween, loved dress­ing up, loved trick-or-treating, loved going out in the dark with my dad and ring­ing door­bells. It was a whole­some altru­is­tic hol­i­day that I loved and I would try to stretch my candy out as long as I could. Some of it got old, but it was pro­cured hon­estly, and for that it was all the more won­der­ful. Then I got older and I didn’t go trick-or-treating any­more. I stopped, because it was a kid­die thing and I was all grown up, you know. I hated hated the kids that would trick-or-treat when they were 16 and 17 years old. It was pathetic and lame, espe­cially when they didn’t even dress up. I never opened the door for teenagers. I didn’t buy candy for teens, I bought it for the lit­tle kids who were out for the fun of it.

I also didn’t want to dress up any­more once I was older. Spend­ing time fig­ur­ing out what I was going to dress up as, putting it together, go out and beg for candy. I was a dad now, why did I want to fig­ure out another freak­ing costume?

So tomor­row night when we go trick-or-treating with Noah, I’ll be dressed as a pirate. It will prob­a­bly be my last time to dress up, because I don’t want to do it any­more. I’d rather watch Noah (and even­tu­ally Pey­ton) have fun trick-or-treating, not tak­ing time to fig­ure out what I’m going to wear, because it’s not about me at this point. I want the kids to have fun and not detract from them.

Man, I don’t want to dress up for trick-or-treating tomor­row night.