We don't mean everything we say
So we're walking the down the neighborhood street with all the Halloween decorations, and Dan goes to me, "Are we dressing Harvey up for Halloween?"
So I'm all, "What are you talking about? Don't you remember we had this whole conversation? Where you said how you hate Halloween?"
"I don't hate Halloween."
"I wrote about it on the blog! You said how Halloween is a pagan holiday, and you hate how everyone dresses up like branded characters... so much pressure to buy things... blah blah blah... I don't want to celebrate Halloween anymore."
"I said that?"
"Yes! And I said I agreed with you, I don't care for Halloween either. And we decided not to do it."
"We decided that?"
"Yeah, you said you were so happy we were on the same page with this Halloween thing.
"I say a lot of things."
"Oh.... So do you want to dress him up?"
"He would look cute."
And so begins costume crunch 2009. I have some ideas, but we'll see what I'm able to execute in time.
proper appreciation
The last three or four times we've eaten corn, I've made sure to point out to Leah that it might be the last corn of the season. She is becoming less properly reverential with each repetition. The corn is still good, though.