“What are you doing?” I asked L, as we looked for hay bales in the Halloween aisle. We were at a craft store and the pair of scarecrows inhabiting our garage had no home.
“This is my scary face.” Then she posed like a Weeping Angel from Doctor Who.
“Whoa,” I said. “Really scary, dude. You should do it while we’re walking around.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“What if flies fly into my mouth?”
“Well,” I said. “If you hear them, then close your mouth.”
“But what if there are little kids here and I scare them? They will be so scared!”
“You’re right,” I said. “Please don’t scare the little kids. You might give them nightmares.”
