Sometimes, it’s the deeper meaning of the season. Halloween used to be the night of the year for me. Where else could you shapeshift into anything — a crazy-earring glam witch, a cat with questionable eyeliner, a vampire who clearly spent too much time with Hot Topic’s clearance rack — and get rewarded with candy for it? It was pure, sanctioned magic. As a kid, it was about imagination. But, as a parent, it became a new kind of celebration — tiny hands clutching pumpkin buckets, sticky candy negotiations, chocolatey hugs, and me quietly stealing the Reese’s while no one was looking. (Don’t judge; parent tax is real!) But now…