Peep-a-Boo!

When I moved to the Bay area, one of the big differences I noted is the emphasis on Hallowe'en. Here, whole giant stores open up in October and everyone really gets into the Hallowe'en spirit (pardon the pun) in a way I had not seen before.

From the first Hallowe'en in our house, we began 12 years (so far) of delightful Hallowe'ens, first with the little kids on our street and, now that they are pretty much grown up, with children from the greater community. The costumes for the most part are not hand made, as they were when I was a kid, but they are charming.

Each year, we are visited by fairy princesses (pronounced "faiwy pwincess" by the wearers), FBI G-men, goblins and ghouls, bumblebees, cows, devils, kittens, lady bugs, vampires, vamps and, memorably one year, a whole family of superheros from Dad (Superman) to Mom (Wonderwoman) to the caped and tighted kids including a baby in a stroller and even the family Labrador retriever, who had his own cape and S for Superdog on his chest.

Usually My Beloved will dress up a little, too, and why not? He's sort of a big kid, himself. We love Hallowe'en.

So, when I saw these in the store, how could I resist? Ya gotta love Peeps, even when you know they are bad for you and that they will survive Armageddon and be dug up, unchanged eons into the future, by archeologists studying our culture.

Happy Hallowe'en!