Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Ryan visited us




This is my brother, Ryan. He got a job in Uvalde, Texas. It started last week and on his way there, he came to see us first. It was sweet to see him. Of course, I was working and, of course, worked one of the longest days yet (because my sweet little two year old baby, who had been precious all day long, decided to vomit up her food, her medicine, her nasogastric tube, and I'm pretty sure her shoes, right at shift change) and Jim was flying late that night. So, Ryan got to face the trick-or-treaters alone. Haha!

Let me explain something: Neither Ryan nor I have ever grown up in a house that invited these little scavengers. We lived waaaay out in the country, down long, unlit driveways. If adults ever released their children down long, dark driveways, they don't anymore. They release them on subdivisions. Enter the Freeman household. Hundreds and hundreds of children descend upon our neighborhood dressed as Buzz Lightyear, witches, princesses, ninjas, lions, tigers, and bears. They walk or are driven around in golf carts or pulled on trailers pulled by four wheelers.

Jim and I knew we wouldn't be there so we had no candy. We decided to let Ryan fend for himself. (muahahaha!)
He did.

I came home to this:

Ryan had driven very slowly out of our neighborhood to a nearby Dollar General and came back with candy. Rummaging through the house he found two paper bags. In one, he put all of the candy and wrote on it: "Lots of tootsie rolls, some starbursts, barely any jolly ranchers." The other bag he had torn up and placed signs on the inside of our windows. They read, "Don't knock!" "We're tired!" "Get some candy!" "Nice costume!" I'm sure all of the adults thought we were incredibly polite. I guess I deserved that since I hung Ryan out to dry. The sign beside the bag read, "Don't be a pig unless you become one" then advised the candy-takers to read some Proverbs.

After letting me in, he looked in the bag and said, "Whoa! It worked! Nobody has knocked and half the candy is gone!" Then he gave me a big bear hug. It was good to see him.

Regarding trick-or-treaters.... really, I don't hate them. I am overwhelmed by them and in all seriousness try to avoid being at my house on Halloween night. But what I cannot stand is older kids who do it. If you are an older kid who goes trick-or-treating, I will still be your friend. But I have some advice:

Grow the heck up. If you want to dress up and take your younger brothers and sisters or cousins or neighbors trick-or-treating, be my guest. But don't be standing there with a plastic bag asking for your own candy. It's a tradition for children. And if you are responsible enough to own an iPhone and to trick-or-treat without adult supervision... you are too old.

Jim's coworker's story -
He opened his door to find a group of teenagers standing there with little plastic pumpkins. They didn't even have on costumes.
Coworker - "Oh, how cool! You're out getting candy because your little brother or sister were too sick to come out tonight!"
Kid - "What are you talkin' about, man?"
Coworker - "What I'm talkin' about is that you're too old for this crap. Now get out of here!"

2 comments:

Dennis said...

The ability to laugh at ourselves...what a gift!!

pamphlet said...

I want to see those bags! I hope you kept them for a memento for your mother - I laughed till I cried!