Train them young
“Mom! Is my costume ready yet? Halloween is tomorrow!” shouted nine-year-old Oscar as he entered the door, home from school. He received no answer. Where’s mom? She’s always home after school. He began his search. Not in the kitchen or the basement. Not in the yard. He was beginning to worry. He checked the garage, and the car was still there. Where is she? Back in the house, he went to the bedrooms. His parents’ door was closed. What’s up with that? They never close their door until bedtime.
He knocked on the door. “Mom, it’s me”. No answer.He called her cell phone. Again, no answer. Tommywas beginning to worry. He ran next door to ask Mrs. Rogers if his mom was there are if she knew where she was.
“Sorry, Oscar. I haven’t seen her all day. Maybe she ran to the store for something.”
“Her car is in the garage,” he responded.
“Someone probably just came by to pick her up. I wouldn’t worry about it. I’m sure she will be home soon,” encouraged Mrs. Rogers.
“You’re probably right. Thanks anyway, Mrs. Rogers,” Oscar said with a still concerned voice.
Mrs. Roger sat back down at her kitchen table. “Are you sure about this?” she asked Tommy’s mom, Cybil.“Tommy seemed very worried.”
“It’s fine Morgana. Tommy’s powers will be upon him soon. You know how hard it is to train a warlock. Especially in today’s world when anyone with a magical potion thinks they can tackle a witch or warlock.”
“I suppose you are right. I forgot how hard it was on Lucifer and I when we had to break the news to Gerald. He fought the idea for two years before he began to dabble with his powers. I did the same when my parents told me. It’s not easy to hear you are a witch or warlock,” recalled Cybil.
“I better get home and face the piper,” said Cybil.
Cybil was accosted by her son the minute she entered her home. “MOM, IT’S HALLOWEEN TODAY! Did you get my costume ready?”
“Come with me to the family room so you can try it on, just in case I have to make some adjustments.”
Oscar was thrilled by his costume. He instantly morphed into Obi-Wan. He ran to his mom to give her a big hug. “This is great, Mom! I love it! I have to get my lightsabre. I’ll be right back.” Oscar ran to his bedroom and returned with his lightsabre.
“Watch this, Mom,” he shouted as he raised his toy weapon and swung mightily into the coffee table. Just before the lightsabre made contact with the table, it crackled with the energy of a lightning bolt and split the table in two upon striking it.
Both of them were shocked by this event. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t know it was a real lightsabre,” said Oscar as he stood dumbfounded.
“It’s okay, honey. You have to promise that you won’t even pretend to use your toy as a weapon tonight when you are trick or treating. It would be horrible if you hurt someone. Promise me?”
“I’m not even going to take it. It scared me. I’ll still have fun. I hope Dad won’t get mad at me.”
“Everything will be fine, Oscar.” I should have had that talk sooner. I hope the werewolves don’t run into him tonight.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL YOU GHOSTS AND GOBLINS OUT THERE!
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