We are now entering the kids' best, best years for Halloween. Do you remember those years? Where you'd sort your candy, trade with friends, eat some, sort, trade, eat, and so on until somebody finally herded you off to bed, sticky and satisfied?
That was Luke's night anyway - nine is just perfect for that.
And Owen's night was fun, too:
Five isn't about candy yet, at least not in our house. It's about playing the part, running with the big, noisy crowd of kids from house to house, drawing upon the courage of your costume so that you are NOT afraid when you go by the house with the fake gory cemetery scene. It's about bravery and belonging.
In other areas of life, outside of Halloween, both boys are the perfect age right now. Luke is busy reading, questioning, learning, playing Yu-Gi-Oh, often at a local comic-book-store with a bunch of teens (I always picture them in those little green poker visors, swathed in cigar smoke, but that's fortunately not the reality). Luke's current interests don't necessarily make for compelling picture-taking, but to make up for that, we have some really cool conversations and like the same books. I'm just finishing the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, and Luke's read the first two, The Lightning Thief and The Sea of Monsters. They are amazing books, funny and thrilling, and leave the reader with a working knowledge of the pantheon of Greek Gods. Can one ask for more?
And Owen, at five, is just so much fun. I wish I could stop time and keep him this age:
He'll yell "Hey Mom! I just made a letter!" and I will come upon him standing proudly over a collection of blocks, or markers, or tinker toys perfectly arranged. When I ask, "What letter is it?" the inevitable answer is, "I don't know... but it's a letter!"
Then, there are the blanket-in-the-hallway moments:
Definitely, definitely, the perfect age.