So, with their new titles as Head of Halloween Decorations, they disappeared into their rooms and left the box of decor to sit and gather dust. Several hours later there was still no sign of my children, and except for the spider webs that grace most nooks and crannies in each room, the house was lacking in spookiness. I started to think I had misjudged my kids' level of enthusiasm for decorating. It wasn't until that night when I went to tuck my kids into bed that I found out saying " Why don't you two decorate the house this year," translates as "Just decorate your rooms," in my kids' language. So my house remains untouched, except for the pumpkin votives, a wreath, and my daughter's lair.
[signs on the drawers say poison, shrunken heads, frogs, and assorted bones.]
My house may not be the spookiest or falliest or cutiest, [all of which are words in my world], but I'm okay with that. And that monster hiding behind Audrie's bed scares me every time I go to tuck her in at night.