Real Witches Don't Do Cute

So apparently Sophie is six going on sixteen and informed me that she would NOT be a ‘cute witch with pink’ but rather a ‘real witch who does real magic.’ The girl picked out all black everything, demanded the pointiest hat at Target, and has been practicing her ‘intimidating stare’ in the mirror. I’m equal parts impressed and terrified.

Real Witches Don’t Do Cute

Meanwhile, Theo discovered that tiny T-Rex arms and doorways are natural enemies. He’s walked into every door frame in our house at least twice, and we haven’t even left for trick-or-treating yet. Marcus keeps trying to help him navigate but honestly it’s like watching a very enthusiastic, very small dinosaur learn about spatial awareness.

And this is why we can’t have nice things

This is our first Halloween on Creekwood Lane and I’m realizing we actually know our neighbors now. Like, real names and everything. Mrs. Patterson next door has already complimented Sophie’s ‘authentic witch energy’ and offered to help Theo with his costume head. I think we’re officially suburbanites now. God help us all.

Off to collect candy and embarrass ourselves in public. Sophie will probably cast spells on people who give out cheap candy, and Theo will definitely get stuck in someone’s doorway. Just another Tuesday in the Hartwell house.