I threw into the pile two books I found about the Halloween holidays and since both are chapter books it will provide for several occasions of reading about this wildly popular holiday in the States.
After reading a few chapters from both books we all were super excited to do something Halloweenish and decided to enter the holy grail kicking off the holiday season in our home - the attics upstairs. Every time we decide which one to open first it is always preceded with a huge debate about what items we stored away where. Then it is followed by a five minute effort to find the right key. Don't ask me why not any one of us have yet taken the one key that works off the bunch, but we have not and therefore we go through this ritual every time we have to unlock the attic doors. My excuse is that it makes it just so much more exciting, doesn't it?
It's like letting them lose in a candy store.
Fudge: "Mom, this one has the wreaths! Ah, I just love these soft feathers!"
Caramel: "Is the witch in this one?"
Mom: "No I think it is with the Christmas stuff in the other attic. Fudge, can you please go put these jack-o-lanterns outside the front door? And Caramel, please take the blow up Tigger dressed in his Halloween cape and set it up in the foyer!"
Fudge: "What are these things?" (While holding out a ball of cobweb gauze.)
Mom: "I'll show you!"
Hanging wreaths, putting out candles, draping cobweb gauze over the mantles and lighting the rooms with twinkling witch hats and orange pumpkins the excitement level grew and grew.
Once it was done we were in such a great mood we baked an apple pie. I lost count how many times they came around that oven to take a good whiff and ask "how much longer before it is done?" But with cinnamon and nutmeg filling every nook and cranny in our home who can blame them?
