Brandon checked out a video from the library and it had a segment of Shrek and his friends doing the "Thriller" dance. The girls loved it so I thought it would be fun to show them the original. I haven't seen it in years, and all I remembered was the dance. I put Rocky and Daisy in front of the computer and told them that we would be watching something so scary and fun. They were excited and leaning in close and I was right there with them telling them to pay close attention. Then, instead of dancing zombies, what we saw was Michael Jackson turning into a horrifying werewolf. Within seconds they were both crying and running for their dad.
I felt like the worst mother ever. They were so sincerely terrified and I felt awful. After I skipped to the part with the dance they very tentatively made their way back to the computer and tried to humor me by acting like they thought it was entertaining.
I think they got over the scare pretty quickly but I couldn't even sleep that night because I was worried that they would be traumatized for the rest of their lives. The next day they told everyone at the playground about the scary dog, but since then they seem to have gotten over it.
My friends always tease me because I love skeletons and zombies and Dia de los Muertos things and it seems like I'm morbid, but the real truth about me is that I am a huge wimp when it comes to anything scary. The other night Brandon and I were going to watch "The Woman in Black" and I started freaking out while we were still on the DVD menu. I only made it through about 10 minutes of scariness and then I had to hide in the bathroom and read a cheerful teen book about faeries until I was brave enough to go to my room. You would think that growing up with my dad would ensure that I would have I would have a bigger tolerance for horror, but I somehow didn't receive that gene. The moral of this story is that for the rest of this season we will be sticking to the Charlie Brown and Claymation Halloween specials.
This picture is the teaser for our costumes this year. The master has been hard at work again and is transforming the garbage we have been collecting for months into something amazing.