Hallowe’en in Dubai
There is one night a year in Dubai when Dubai stops being Dubai and becomes a suburb of the great US of A.
And that night is Hallowe’en.
I didn’t grow up with trick or treating in the UK. As far as I know, that game was only for suicidal kids who wanted to be abused by grumpy old farts in big houses (a bit like carols-singers).
But in Dubai, it is a Big Thing.
And nowhere in Dubai is it bigger than in my compound, where people take it Very Seriously Indeed. Last night, out with 3YO DS and 7YO DD, we faced things so scary that I had nightmares last night.
And, to be honest, I have to say I disagree with the whole thing. On the one hand, I’m telling DD, “Don’t speak to strangers and never accept sweets from them” then, two hours later, I’m shoving her up some stranger’s garden path saying, “It’s fine, ask the man in the weird suit for sweets.”
Uh. Hallowe’en? Next year I think I’ll be “washing my hair”.