Something scary happened last night.
The Hubs and I took the Young One on a post-Halloween adventure to one of the most-talked about events in our area, the Louisville Jack-o-lantern Spectacular, featuring 5,000 carved pumpkins lighting up a 1/4-mile path through a wooded park.
The theme of this year’s “gourd-geous” art show was A Walk In Time, and it took us on a historic walking tour from the Jurassic Era to modern day. Many of the pumpkins were carved with traditional spooky and goofy features, and with thousands of them glowing on a dark hillside, we all gave a little shiver.
But that wasn’t the scariest part. That didn’t come until much later.
I didn’t get squeamish at the scenes of medieval massacre…
I didn’t cover my eyes as we walked through the military history section…
I didn’t scream as I stared down a saber tooth tiger from the Ice Age.
Even the traditional Halloween horrors didn’t make me run…
No, the scariest part of the evening happened when we arrived back home, and I asked the Young One to tell me her favorite part of the Jack-o-Lantern Spectacular. She thought a moment before declaring the dinosaurs the best carvings she saw that night.
Then she turned to me and in a whisper asked, “Momma? Were the dinosaurs from the 1980s?”