[Most of the names below have been changed.]
I just gave Mabel and her friend B. a ride from school to their friend J.’s house for a Halloween party.
Before I drove away, J.’s mom said, “Thanks for giving them a ride. So do you live right over that way?”
“Yeah. I live in the Meadowbrook Stake, right on the other side of [street].”
“Oh, so you’re near Jen?”
“Jen . . . Jen who?”
“I think she’s in my stake. We live by the Williamsons.”
“Oh, so you’re near Mabel.”
Blink. “Yeah. I’m Mabel’s mom.”
“Oh! You’re Mabel’s mom. So you do live near Mabel.”
(In all fairness, Mabel’s friend B. probably looks more like she could be my daughter than Mabel does. It’s when you hear Mabel and me talk that you notice our resemblance.)
Yesterday I was ready for Halloween to be over already. I’ve been under the weather, and there are far too many activities keeping us running around, while too many important but non-Halloween tasks don’t get done. But today when I picked up Mabel and saw all the cute school kids in their cute costumes on a beautiful fall day, I cheered up. And Mabel was ecstatic, since she’d thought she wouldn’t be having a class Halloween party, but they did and it was the Best! Party! Ever!
They had a Halloween quiz, and she tied for the highest score. She said, “I’m so proud of Grandma! One of the questions–it was a multiple choice question, and it asked what you’re supposed to see in the mirror if you look in it on Halloween night, and the answers were Bloody Mary, or your future spouse, or the Werewolf, or your deceased ancestors, and I was about to say Bloody Mary, but then I thought, ‘Wait a second!’ and I remembered looking at Grandma’s vintage Halloween cards. So I put ‘your future spouse,’ and I’m pretty sure I was the only one who guessed that.”