Of fairies and french toast

Q was a fairy for Halloween. Or alternately a fairy princess. Depending on which version of his costume he donned, the time of day, his mood, etc.

I'm not a huge fan of Halloween because of the commercialism and product links, but here are a few things that I adored about our own little family and Halloween.

1. A few weeks ago Q said, "Since our family doesn't really like candy, we shouldn't give out candy at Halloween. How about we give out chips?" Love it! Now, of course, the moms in the family DO in fact like candy, but we don't want to blow our cover on that one, so we gamely went along with the wise chips idea. Now we're crawling up the walls wishing we had candy leftovers, but that's another story.

2. Q was a fairy/fairy princess. He's a boy. He had NO issues about it. He is one self-expressed, self-assured human being. Full stop. I love that. It makes me about burst with pride.

3. Q didn't want to go trick or treating. When asked by others if he was going, he was very matter-of-fact about it. He doesn't like candy or is allergic to most of it, lots of costumes scare him, and lots of Halloween decorations scare him. These made up his rationale, and he chose his course of action accordingly. More I could not ask of a four year old.

And one non-Halloween-related note. Tonight at dinner we were talking about how one of Q's new loves is French toast. After we'd moved on to a new conversation, he interjected, "I hope they don't say that only people who speak French can eat French toast! That would be horrible!" I about died laughing.