Want Some Candy?

Piper sold her Halloween candy. Not all of it, of course. Her dentist buys back the sugar for $2 a pound. Isn’t that cool? So Piper and Sissy sat and sorted the hard candy definitely rot your teeth stuff from the chocolate maybe rot your teeth stuff and hauled it to the good doctor. “You think he knows that’s not all of it?” Piper whispered. I said he probably did. He handed over $2 bills anyway and entered their names into a drawing for $100. Then the real negotiations began.

“Sissy, if you win the $100, will you split it with me?” Piper asked.

“No, but I’ll give you some if I win if you give me some if you win,” Sissy countered.

“Like how much?”

“Like 70-30.”

“How about 60-60?”

“That doesn’t make sense, Piper.”

“Okay. Deal.”

Paty Kerry Live

Halloween happened. Paty Kerry was live in our home for a whole day. She sang through breakfast. She danced on her way to school. She posed for fans at her class party.

She performed on command at the Halloween Parade.

But no matter how big Paty Kerry got on Halloween, she didn’t forget the little guy.

“Dad,” Paty Kerry said, as she was walking out the door for trick or treating, “since you don’t have a costume, you can be part of my paparazzi.”

Happy Halloween

It’s that time of year when we take the knife to the pumpkin flesh and make dreams come true. The tools are sharpened. The pan is oiled for seed roasting. Our pumpkin carnage plans are drawn. Let the slicing begin. First, Princess Leia emerged with her famous side braid ear muffs. Piper colored mini white gourds black and Daddy attached them with nails.

Then Paty Kerry took the stage.

Sissy did her hair. Here’s a side profile so you can get the full effect.

Then we roasted their innards. With sea salt and chipolte. Yum.

And the pumpkin gals hung out together.

I have to wonder if one day some little girl somewhere will be presented with her first pumpkin to carve and declare “Let’s make a Piper!”

Santa the Bearded Pirate

Piper has been mixing up her holidays lately. She keeps asking people “What are you going to dress up as for Christmas?” when she means “What are you going to be for Halloween?” Most roll with it or seem not to notice. We’re all in the fall holiday spirit. We’re planning costumes. The leaves are starting to turn in D.C. We’ve got a big fat pumpkin on our kitchen table.

Today Piper announced that she’s decided to be a pirate for Christmas, which is actually hilarious if you think about it. Wouldn’t that liven up the Secret Santa exchange? We can all wear eye patches when we go caroling? Although the combination of swords and wassail may be dangerous.

“Yes! A pirate,” Piper declared, “instead of ho ho ho I’ll say argh argh argh!”

Clown. Witch. Ghost. None of the Above.

Halloween is upon us. At least that what my mail full of costume catalogs indicates. Piper can’t decide what she wants to be. It’s a daily drama. “I want to be a cowgirl. No. I want to be Dorothy from Wizard of Odd (you read that right). No. Maybe I’ll be a turtle. Or a fairy.” It goes on and on.

Sissy’s decided, though. “I think I’ll go as Piper (you read that right, too).”

I hadn’t realized that Piper has become a Halloween persona.

“Oh, that will be hard,” Piper said.

“Why? All I need is a tutu and rainbow stuff,” Sissy said.

Piper looked down at her tutu and rainbow shirt. She may have noticed her rainbow striped pants and sparkly headband. You know, dear reader, that I let Piper dress herself and sometimes I have to admit that she does look like she’s wearing a costume.

“Oh know. You’ll have to have the tutu, the rainbow shirt, the colorful bracelets, the braids, the jeweled headband, the sparkly sandals, the tattoos, the rainbow puppy underwear, and all the other stuff.”

“That’s a lot,” Sissy said.

“It’s not easy being a Piper. I don’t just come in a catalog, you know.”