"Mama, I don't like ghosts."

Gage has been putting his hand under his blankets and saying "Look Mom, a ghost hand. OoooOOooooo" for a few days. He thinks it's hilarious.  Friday he told me, "Ummm, Mom. I DON'T like ghosts. They're a little bit scary." I think all this Halloween junk is getting to him.  We were in Albertson's the other day and they have this little cave area all decked out and dark with all the spooky, move/scream/grab you-when you walk-by decorations.  I was carrying him and went to take him in there to see it all (there, specifically, was a cat I was headed for that looked more cute than scary) and he grabs both my shoulders with a panicked look and says "NO! MOM- Don't go IN there!!!!"  He just wanted to stand outside it, in the safety of the flourescent lighting, and survey all the room contained. Going IN, may mean STAYING in, and that's far too frightening to think about.... for a 3 year old.  It's ok, I'm not a big fan of Halloween either. I say we skip it and go straight for the pecan pie and casseroles Thanksgiving has to offer.