"Mama," my eight-year-old son said last night as I tucked him into bed, "this was the best day of my life."
That made me all warm and fuzzy inside. "Really?" I said. "Why is that?"
"Well, Mama, you carved the giant pumpkin, and it's the best pumpkin ever."
Yes, well, that was quite a challenge because that thing weighed over 20 pounds,and the walls were an inch and a quarter thick (I measured!).
"Why else?" I asked.
"We played in the leaf pile,and roasted pumpkin seeds, and did the Michael Jackson Thriller dance around the house. And then you played blocks with me. And then we went booing. (Booing, in case you don't know, is when you go out at night, ring somebody's doorbell, leave a bucket of Halloween goodies, and run off as fast as you can, hoping not to get caught.)
I nodded. It was certainly a full day. I gave him a kiss on his head.
"Can we do it again tomorrow?"
I laughed. "Like Groundhog day?"
"Yeah. That would be awesome."
Well, then, I guess I won't be getting much work done. So if I drop off the blog-o-sphere, you'll know I'm doing the Groundhog day thing and reliving my boy's best day of his life.