The EYES have it!: Day 294 ~ Creepy Crawl

October 21, 2014

My Instead: I took my grandson Andy to Tribout's Carnival Supplies and CenterStage Apparel and Costume House to check out their Halloween stuff.

My “Andy” Tuesday was here again! When we hopped on the road from Smithton back to Belleville, we stopped at my mom’s to pay her a quick visit and do a few small jobs for her. Then we went to my house to catch up on some of my chores. Andy, as always, kept himself busy while I piddled around.

When I got as much accomplished as humanly possible with a 2 ½ year old running around, we loaded ourselves into my car and followed South Illinois Street to Tribout’s Carnival Supplies. With Halloween only ten days away, I was resolute in revealing to my grandson all the grandeur that this season had to offer him. We entered the world of politician and monster masks (not sure which is scarier), “Psycho” manikins, and flesh-eaten zombies. He checked out the masks from a comfortable distance and fought like a knight in shining armor against the dreaded “mother” manikin from the movie “Psycho”. He drew the line, though, when I wanted to take his picture next to the little zombie girl with her missing-flesh face. He did, however, agree to take my picture alongside her. He kind of cut my head off in the photo so I’m not sure whose face he thought was creepier.

With a new sense of bravery and a little less bewilderment about this Halloween business, Andy and I were onto the next venue, CenterStage Apparel and Costume House. Andy was really getting into the different characters that manifest at this time of year. He examined each one of the festive headgear I handed him from the top shelves of the rental costume section. We were there about twenty minutes when one of the clerks realized what we were doing…and it was not looking to rent a costume. She advised us (me) that we were not allowed to try on the apparel. Oops! Talk about feeling like a kid again…it’s all fun and games until you get in trouble. Yep, it’s all coming back to me now. With my tail between my legs, I politely apologized, grabbed Andy’s hand, and exited their make-believe world. No spanking this time, just damaged dignity. I will recover, don’t worry.