Halloween was almost here. I'd better get working on our costumes, I thought. I ran to K-Mart and bought the black tights. I had an awful lot left to do in order to finish the costumes for my husband and myself let alone finish making the kids theirs.
My daughter was going as a cowgirl and her's was nearly completed. My son wanted to be Spiderman and we had found a "Spidey" suit for him. There was just something about those darn super heros back then. It was the biggest rage. Super heros were really "in."
When the teachers at daycare asked me to plan something "special" for the kids, they loved the idea of the wicked witch coming to visit. So when my son, they had me simply wait in the backroom until it was time. After the kids finished playing all their Halloween games, it was time. They gathered in the playroom and in I walked, all hunched over, swirling that darn cape around me to and fro. I heard a few of them gasp as I let out a mean "eh..eh..ehhh." The teachers had told the kids that if they wanted a treat from my pumpkin bucket they had to come up the witch and sit on her lap, reach into her bucket and that they would either pull out a "trick" or a "treat." Sounded easy enough.
Things were going pretty well, until little Adrian (one of my sons closest buddies) had to take his turn. He got up to me, climbed on my lap and when he looked closely at my green face, he began to cry! It just made my wicked witch heart melt in two. Without even hesitating, and hugging him tightly, I said, "oh no, Adrian...it's me...Jason's Mommy."
The jig was up...I had blown my own cover!
I apologize for the quality of the picture...but it is from the olden days...eh, eh, ehhhhh...after all, witches live forever!!! LOL!