My adventure today began with helping out with the third grade halloween party, which was beyond raucous, because they decided to host the party for both classes at once - a total of 44 kids.

The station where I was placed was station #5: The Spider Relay Race. Another mom and I stood at opposite ends of two pylons and officiated relay race teams involving *obstacles* or impediments that included racing with eyes closed, wearing a belt with spider legs on it, and/or wearing a plush spider on top of the head. After awhile, it became tiresome, because our station, with only three kids on each team at a time, would move through the race rather quickly, so we would have to invent new iterations for the event until it was time for the kids to move to another station. During one round, a youngster named David (who, consequently never wears a costume because, for whatver reason, he does not celebrate Halloween) was headed toward me, eyes closed, spider perched atop his head. The kids were supposed to tag my hand to know when to turn around. I usally helped them along by tagging them first. David lunged at me and grabbed, not my hand, but my left BOOB. Not only did he grab it, he gave it a little honk! I guess I know why his family doesnt celebrate All Hallows Eve: they already have a devil in the family!