Brujaja

Fall is in the air and everyone’s still a little jumpy since Halloween.  Although the plastic is down and the kitchen is now accessible and well lit (but essentially empty Fernando), Nate still can’t enjoy his dinner.  And the day after All Hallows’ Eve, Jake’s teacher Miss Letty did something on the ceiling with flashlights and witches.  That day, apparently 8 out of 11 kids had an accident at naptime.  She lamented with a smile, “Oh, the weetches, the weetches.”

This week we were leaving the sushi joint in Willow Glen (where, I kid you not, the waitress said in recognition, “The 3 Orders of Gyoza Family!”)  After dinner, as we walked toward the dimly lit parking garage, some lady let out a loud, raucous laugh.  Jake startled a bit, grabbed his dad’s hand and looked warily over his shoulder, “Dad, is that a witch or something?”

Oh, the weetches, the weetches…