When I was five years old, my dad took me and my older brother to a haunted house for Halloween. This was a big deal, because dad worked a lot so mom would handle most of the parenting duties.
(This also might have been due to the one day he was supposed to take us to Church solo he took us to Lincoln Park Zoo instead.)
But it was Halloween, so we headed off to the haunted house in a neighboring suburb. This one was a big deal because it ended in a giant tunnel slide that opened to the courtyard, where you could see the "monsters" milling about and hook back up with your friends or family.
What I didn't know is that my dad gave the Werewolf a $5 to "scare me extra." So when I came down the slide, the Werewolf jumped out at me.
I wet my pants.
I learned a valuable lesson that day: always pee before you go out with family.
Happy Halloween everyone! Pee before you put on your costume.