My stomach is throbbing from too many journeys into the Halloween pillowcase today. Did I mention that the boy returned home from the hunt with nearly twelve pounds of chocolate? I should have never brought up the pillow case idea. I think he thought he had to fill it.
Dad, we need to go to the Halloween store. I need something to put candy in.
No you don’t. Use a pillowcase, I told him. That’s what I did when I was a kid.
A pillowcase? That sounds funny.
Funny?
Yea, funny. And funny usually means dorky.
But he gave into the idea, and lo and behold, three of his friends were also sporting pillow cases! Who’s the dork now, I think to myself.
Three days later I realize it is me as I stare at the pillowcase. I should take it into the bathroom and weigh it. It’d be interesting to see just how much of a dork I really am.