I was waiting in line in Trader Joe’s with a basket full of stuff. There was a kid sitting in the shopping cart of the woman in front of me. He looked me over, then looked up at his mother. “Mommy, is she a witch?” he asked, pointing at me.
“Shhh,” his mother said, looking back over her shoulder.
I grinned, and bounced a little. “Yes! I am.”
More kids need to live in worlds where they meet perky red-haired witches at the grocery store, I think.
(It wasn’t even a Witch Hat Day. I was just wearing a big fuzzy coat and my black hat with a red ribbon on it.)