Halloween Regrets...I mean No Regrets

  1. 7 years old: Letting my mom dress me up as a couture witch for the Halloween piano recital.
  2. 10 years old: Chucking hard candies at the actors in a haunted house because I was scared.
  3. 14 years old: Dressing up as a high class 1920s prostitute.
  4. Current: Letting my kids figure out their own damn costumes.