I mean, we are entirely predictable creatures.
Every year we carve pumpkins and every year the kids gag at the smell that comes just a the orange stink bombs are cracked open.
I sit and wait for their disgusted reactions each year.
And each year I smile and laugh when I see them gagging. Familiarity is so comforting.
These people of mine make me so happy.
Once the pumpkins are gutted, we laugh and sing the "Monster Mash" and have just as great of a time as we did in the years before.
These years are going by fast and the years left with all three are not as many as I would like.
These are the days, for sure.
I love them.
Happy Halloween 2015