This hit me hard this past week, but I must share this experience with all of you. This is the conversation I had with my 5 year-old sister.
Jackie: Jazmines, necesito que hables con mami para que me deje hacer los Halloweens! / I need you to talk to mami so she will let me participate in Halloweens.
Me: Pues, voy a tratar, haber que me dice. / Well, I’m going to try and we’ll see what she says.
I tried talking to my mother, and asked her nicely to let Jackie dress up for halloween. She refused and said it was a devil’s holiday, or something like that, and I decided to tune her out. I told her that I loved dressing up as a kid for the candy and not in celebration of Satan. She still said no, plus Jackie’s school doesn’t celebrate it. What a bunch of baloney. I can just picture my poor little love muffiin looking super sad because she’s the only dork without a costume, surely such an injustice should not prevail in our society! I pleaded once again, and she still said no. Defeated, I figured I wouldn’t bring it up to Jackie and just leave it alone, like it never happened. Well… she did not forget. She’s like an elephant and never, ever forgets, or like a mafia mob wife… she’s scary…
Jackie: Jazmines, hablaste con mami de los Halloweens? / Did you talk to mami about the Halloweens?
Me: Pues, si, hable con mami, y me dijo que no. / Well, yes I spoke with mami, and she said no. (as I stare at her in fear of her bursting into tears.)
Jackie: (pauses, and thinks for a while) Pues… que no eres abogada!! / Well… aren’t you an attorney!!?!
Me: (looking dumbfounded and depressed) Como sabes que hace una abogada?! / How do you know what an attorney does?!
Jackie: (now looking annoyed by the sheer stupidity of my question) Pues, los veo en la TV! Duh! / Well, I see them on TV! Duh!
I couldn’t stop laughing at my love muffin, but she hurt my self esteem by 2 points. Who gets fired and schooled by a 5 year old?! Damn her and her manipulative ways! I’m hoping that my mother will still let her just dress up for Halloween. At least just for the candy. Look mami, I dressed up for Halloween and I’m fine! Look at me now. So, in honor of my love muffin and theory of social change, I ask that you please comment and sign your name on the bottom of the blog in a comment so that I can show my mother that Halloween is not about satan or rapists, but about fun, imagination and tons of candy!
What was your favorite Halloween costume? Mine was a gypsy (no racial) for 7th grade. Sign my petition!