That evening, he sat next to me on the sofa.
« Mom, can we do this again next Halloween? »
« Absolutely not. »
He sighed.
« And what about the eggs? »
« Besides, » I added, « I’ve already taught you everything I know about toilet paper. »
Owen smiled. « And what about the eggs? »
I stared at him. « Don’t even think about it. »
He burst out laughing.
And I thought to myself that it was much better than hearing my son cry because of a ghost.