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We went to the local We Hate Evil Pagans celebration.

Last night we went to the local We Hate the Evil Pagans celebration. Last night we went to the local We Hate the Evil Pagans celebration. (I know, I know, some people choose not to celebrate Halloween, just like we don’t celebrate Christmas and I shouldn’t have an attitude about it but I DO.) A local private Christian school was having a fall festival, with all sorts of games, in an effort to soothe the disappointed not-celebrating-Halloween students.

See? There I go again. I’m so bad. (Lately people all over town have been offering Paul free candy. I say no, they ignore me and offer it to him again. No, I say, and, looking at him, they say pleadingly, “It’s just a little piece!” or “Gosh, what a shame.” On the one hand, yay, they’re treating him like an independant human being, on the other hand boo, they think it’s a great idea but they don’t have to deal with the sugar high/crash.)

Anyway. I made a big point of not making a bunch of sarcastic comments or having preconceived notions, and on the whole it was really a quite nice evening, except for the scary-eyes-lady who had to ask if Paul attended the school and when we said no, she asked us why we came and then gave us not the 8 tickets we’d paid for but 15 instead - why? I don’t know why. We ran away screaming.

I was pleasantly surprised by the lack of gender-stereotyping. Not only were most of the girls in pants (there’s this local religious group that only allows the girls and women to wear, I’m not kidding, demin skirts. Even in the middle of very humid 98 degree days) but there weren’t any drawings on the walls of 50s-era depictions of men or women. I have to say, though, the oil painting of the dinosaur in Eden gave me the giggles.

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