Halloween at Reid’s household was always… something. Spencer has always been obsessed with this holiday and he kinda influenced you too. And your children, of course. But with a three year old and a five year old kid thing became pretty chaotic.

Spencer is now standing in front of the TV, looking like he’s about to argue a case in front of the Supreme Court. “We agreed on Frankenstein first,” he says, voice dripping with scholarly authority, “then The Mummy.”

You are juggling three bowls of candy while Diana, your youngest kid, is trying to climb you like a tree. “Spencer, no one agreed on anything. You just said it and expected everyone to nod along like you’re the Horror Movie Dictator of the house.”

“I’m not a dictator,” he says “I’m just saying, the kids need a proper introduction to classic horror cinema. How else will they appreciate the evolution of the genre?”

“Spence, they scream during the Paw Patrol Halloween special,” You reply, as you take Diana in your arms. “Oliver literally cried when a pumpkin fell off the porch last week.”

And at that moment, Oliver dashes into the room, dressed as Dracula—complete with a plastic cape and little vampire fangs—and dramatically declares, “I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOOOD!” making Diana almost cry in your arms, as she hides her face in the crook of your neck.

You raise an eyebrow at your husband. “And you want to show them Frankenstein?”

“Mary Shelley’s monster is a misunderstood allegory for the dangers of unchecked scientific ambition, not a—” He starts saying, trying to make you see the things from his point of view, while Diana is still on the verge of tears and Oliver is running around, pretending to be Nosferatu or something.