When my mother-in-law took down the Halloween decorations my son had spent weeks making, she claimed he’d asked her to. But her terrifying explanation led me to a discovery I hadn’t expected at all. GetWriting Tools
For two weeks, Owen, my son, worked on these decorations after his homework. He painted pumpkins, cut out bats from black paper, and bought orange string lights with his pocket money.
« I made them myself. »
« Mom, can we leave the porch light on tonight? » he asked me, straightening the cardboard ghost he had stuck next to our door.
I offered to buy him some decorations, but he replied, « I want people to know that I made them myself. »
He was especially excited to participate in our neighborhood’s annual Halloween decorating contest. It was his first time participating, and he kept asking when the judges were going to arrive.
« It won’t hold up. »
