My darling son, Tristan....such an interesting little boy. What is it that I can not interest you in wonderful stories about Santa Claus or Christmas? In our house, we have been stuck in Halloween for some time. You have an odd (almost disturbing) interest in all things Halloween; Mummies, Witches, Werewolves, Bats, Vampires, Skeletons, and pumpkins. As we amble through our day, you often plead with me to tell you stories about haunted houses and graveyards. Lighthearted though sometimes spooky tales about ghosts and mummies living in a haunted house and witches, skeletons, and werewolves wandering graveyards, or anything else my uncreative brain can put together.
Your interest in all things wicked isn't as unsettling as your level of absolute fascination with it. Your face lights up, you get completely enthralled and lost in these stories. The spookier the better. You suggest we curl up on the bed and snuggle while we talk our ghastly tales. You curl up on your side and I have your complete undivided attention. Its like I am unraveling all the secrets a toddler wants to know. I can get you to follow me everywhere in the house if I ramble on about a vampire or a werewolf. You have even thrown your hands to the sky and shouted 'Hooray' when I reluctantly agree to talk about mummies for the third time today and its not even 11am.
Maybe after Santa Claus leaves his bounty of gifts next week, it will generate some interest in Christmas. But the bounty of gifts include 3 new Halloween books so maybe not.
