I wonder if they wonder....



Last night, Ken and I dressed Little G up for our halloween jaunt. Oh, yes, he was a circus monkey, and oh yes, he was quite confused with all of the festivities. Not to mention that we kept him out until 8:45 pm (such a bad mom!), which is 1-1/2 hours past his normal bedtime! The poor little guy is still sleeping off his excitement from last night....he's usually wide awake by now.

So I wondered while I was pushing his fists through the tiny arm hole openings on his costume, fastening the big-eared hat under his chin. What does he think we're doing to him? Does he look at all of the crazy stuff going on around him and say, "What kind of world is this, and WHO are these people?" What does he really think as he stares at us blankly as we all jump around him, making mock monkey sounds to see if he'll laugh? And going from door to door, house to house, holding out our candy bucket? That must seem insane. (Usually when you knock on someone's door, of course, you go inside.)

Sometimes we think we as adults are the ones who have it all together, who are the logical and smart ones of the bunch. Maybe we're wrong sometimes. Maybe we look totally ridiculous when we baby talk, scrunching up our faces, and force them to participate in silly costume rituals. Maybe they're the ones laughing at US on the inside.

(Just a little post-halloween humor for you today. :)

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