A Sitcom Star in My Own Strangely Coiffed Head

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Halloween is BIG in Madison.  I am not sure why or how it took me 7 years to realize this, but there you have it.  This year we took full advantage and attended numerous celebrations for the kiddos--Baby's First Halloween at the Children's Museum (technically her second), Halloween Party at the Y, Trick-or-Treating Downtown, a party at the library, that's all in addition to the regular, garden variety

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(what the heck does that mean, Wendy??) trick-or-treating.

I think I have mentioned in previous years how trick-or-treating on our street is way slow, the exact opposite of the experience in Illinois when we would routinely run out of treats.  Last night we had one group knock on our door.  Two little boys dressed as skeletons stood on my porch as I opened the door.  I handed them their re-purposed bag of bunny crackers (I will admit it, it is a Costco purchase which Ben adored at first and now makes a retching noise whenever I propose he consume them.  They are still good, individually wrapped.  Seemed like a good way to utilize Halloween.)   One of the little guys suddenly inquired, "What is your hair doing?"  Like he thought my hair was some kind of costume choice.  The mom immediately says, "OK, we're done here, let's go...."  I assured her not to worry, as my 6-

[caption id="attachment_4281" align="alignleft" width="225" caption="Ben as a dragon slayer because we could not find an actual dragon costume. Dragons have replaced dinosaurs for him."][/caption]

year-old asked a friend if she were pregnant.  A friend who  most definitely was NOT.  (Then I continued on crashing a plane into that train wreck by suggesting that perhaps it was because her breasts were larger, not because her stomach was.  Since I have always wanted larger breasts, I thought this would be preferable, apparently this is not the case for everyone.  It was one of those moments where I knew I should just stop talking but somehow could not.  Ugh.  Makes me cringe still.)  Anyway, I tried to reassure the mom on the porch that I knew my hair was scary, it was OK.  She had the good sense to walk off rather than try to convince me my hair was looking anything but weird at that point in the day.  (Thank goodness Patrick Kyle is driving cross country as we "speak" and will use his newly discovered skills and talents so my hair-do no longer frightens small children.  He just graduated from beauty school, could anything be better?)

It's these types of incidents that make me feel as if I am a sitcom star (only in my own head, because I realize a lot of this stuff is funnier to me than to anyone else).  It keeps me entertained.