So for the last, oh I don’t know, six months people have been saying, “Oh! What’s Briar going to be for Halloween?” and “The first real Halloween, you must have huge and exciting plans!” Each time they would look at me with big, happy eyes and a smile that seemed to say, “Aren’t you glad I asked? Now you get to brag about what a superior parent you are!” Ya, that’s exactly the effect it has on a working mom folks. Thanks. Besides, she’s 1. It’s not like she’d eat the candy from trick or treating, or really enjoy the cold, dark walk. Clearly I have let myself get a touch sensitive about the whole thing. It has actually reminded me of the time…