Halloween P.S.
So out of nowhere, a guy in a VERY SCARY costume jumped out from behind a tree and scared my kid. Who screamed and promptly started sobbing. Uncontrollably.
Moments later, as we headed home, he asked
What was he thinking, scaring the hell out of a kid?
Yes. It was Beernut. My sweet, tender, skittish ten-year-old. Whose life has always been filled with fears and imagined scenarios that are often paralyzing.
He asked why people enjoy scaring kids. He asked what was fun about creeping people out. And I didn’t know what to tell him because the truth is that I have never understood it. Never saw the entertainment value in haunted houses. Or building graveyards in one’s front lawn. Or jumping out from behind a tree. Or anything that is intentionally meant to frighten another person.
And so, as we walked up our front porch, Beernut sighed.
I really am just not fond of this holiday.
Me neither, Beernut. Me neither.
Frume Sarah is Shabbos-observant -- in a Reform way, that is. Please note that from Friday afternoons until one hour after sundown on Saturday evenings, Frume Sarah will be unavailable, in observance of the Jewish Sabbath.
Comments made during this time will be held in a queue, to be moderated afterwards.
Thank you for your understanding...and gut Shabbos!!! 
Frume Sarah's World 
Frankly, I never enjoyed Halloween as a kid. Well, all that candy was pretty nice, but I never understood why we dressed up in a costume and went door to door asking for sweets? It was also hard for me to figure out ‘what to be’ each year, costume wise, when all my friends seemed creative that way. But truly, there is easily a sinister part of Halloween, a license to do ‘whatever’, that I don’t think kids need to be subjected to. I hope Beernut has recovered from that *stupid*adult….
I was never much of a fan. And yes, peer pressure had a lot to do with it. As it does for Beernut. He really agitated over his costume. And kids did make fun of him. And that was hard.
Ay…