Answering the doorbell last night, I had a pleasant parade of Buzz Lightyear costumes and all sizes and types of the Disney princess. Several groups of teens clearly beyond the “dressing up” stage appeared, and asked where the candy was. I added a layer of personal accountability, and asked what their costumes were. “We have masks, but we’re tired of wearing them.” Ah. New rule – no mask, no treats.
The masks were produced, put on, and the candy bowl was offered – except for one kid in a borrowed sport coat and a loud necktie. ” “I don’t need a mask – I represent health care reform. My parents say that’s the scariest thing out there…” The kid had me. I chose not to debate him – but I was startled and saddened that reform had become a punch line.
When a brain surgeon carves a pumpkin, the result is anatomically correct... Ick.
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