All Hallow's Eve

Trick or treating was last night and I went with my 7-year-old nephew, Trey, and my sister Jill because I LOVE Halloween. Beings that my nephew thinks his Auntie Rah-Rah is a bit nutty (that's me!), I decided to throw on some extra scarves, add some jewelry, wear some fingerless gloves of my daughter's and throw on some worn and torn jeans. 


So, when I got to their house, Trey looked me over and then asked me what I was. I hadn't really thought about that, so trying to think quick on my feet, I blurted out, "Well, I'm kinda of a hobo....or maybe more like a hippie."


He replied - with his hands on his hips looking at me like I have no idea what I'm talking about, "A hobo hippie??"


"Yay! That's it," I blurt out, "A hobo hippie! That's exactly what I am!"


He just rolls his eyes, which is "Normal", coming from him, to me. Yet, I really do consider that a compliment when it has to do with our relationship. ")


A few minutes later, his friend comes over to go Trick or Treating with us. Trey is soooo excited. They are both bouncing around the room like they've already had their fair share of too much sugar.


Jill and I are trying to hurry so we can go. I'm on the floor putting my shoes on when Trey turns to look if I'm done yet. Then he turns to his friend, leans in and whispers, "She's a HOHO HIPPIE." (Mispronouncing it, but not on purpose.) Again, I see an eye roll.


All I can do is giggle at him and say to his friend, "Yep, that's right, I'm a hoho hippie!"


And that was the start of a very fun night!