The second factor in my increasingly mellow manner was the fact that it was going on late October and with Halloween careening toward us like a meteor, I had done nothing but ponder super hero capes, Green helmets and large swords.
For Zeppo, October was when the Pumpkin Patch preschool took on its true meaning. Each day, the teachers began lining the walkway to the school with tiny green and white gourds varying in size and color until by Halloween they lead the visitor to the top of the stairs. There, the largest and richest orange pumpkin money and fertilizer could buy held forth every year. By the end of the month, I was ready to puke orange. But the colors and the anticipation of a loud, noisy, scary holiday simply thrilled Zeppo. He never said as much, but his chest cavity swelled with excitement more than any other time of the year.
Zach, on the other hand, kept me occupied for much of the month. I listened to, responded to and then analyzed with him his choices for this year’s costume. He never chose to play to type, say, by choosing to be a munchkin from the Wizard of Oz. No, his choices ran to the taller side of things, which was fine for us as the parents who would ultimately either make or buy (my preference) the costume.
For Zeppo, October was when the Pumpkin Patch preschool took on its true meaning. Each day, the teachers began lining the walkway to the school with tiny green and white gourds varying in size and color until by Halloween they lead the visitor to the top of the stairs. There, the largest and richest orange pumpkin money and fertilizer could buy held forth every year. By the end of the month, I was ready to puke orange. But the colors and the anticipation of a loud, noisy, scary holiday simply thrilled Zeppo. He never said as much, but his chest cavity swelled with excitement more than any other time of the year.
Zach, on the other hand, kept me occupied for much of the month. I listened to, responded to and then analyzed with him his choices for this year’s costume. He never chose to play to type, say, by choosing to be a munchkin from the Wizard of Oz. No, his choices ran to the taller side of things, which was fine for us as the parents who would ultimately either make or buy (my preference) the costume.
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