Happy Halloween, folks!
So tell me honestly, how long did it take y’all to raid your kids’ candy stash?
Me? My kids paid the Reese Peanut Butter Cup tax immediately after they walked through the doors.
Julia screamed so loudly at me while I was rifling through her bag that I’m pretty sure my ear drums are bleeding. Did it stop me? Not on your life.
Josie, currently my favorite child, keeps feeding me candy after candy. She keeps giving me the good stuff too. (In her defense, she’s only 2 and I’m pretty sure she has no idea that she’s supposed to be covetous of her treats.)
James is still out trick or treating with my mom. I might have to sneak the candy from his bag after he’s asleep. He holds grudges.
Lots of fun.
We dressed up our puppy, Boomer. She might end up not being such a wussie after all – about 5 minutes into our trick or treating she saw someone dressed in a Ghostface (Scream) costume and if I hadn’t been holding her close to me, I’m pretty sure she would have laid him flat.
The Hubs thinks candy is a gateway drug. For the next two days my kids will get a free candy pass and will live off sugar, then it will all go in the garbage. Then they will come down. Hard. It will be messy. It will be scary. It might even be a little bit funny.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Here’s Julia as Optimus Prime, Josie as a Princess, and James as Bumblebee.
And Boomer, looking quite depressed, as the Rabbit of Caerbannog. Or a Playboy Bunny. Or something like that.