How was your Halloween? Good?
We had a nice time. It was a beautiful day, all day.
We finally fixed our pumpkin. The lazy way.
We had a picnic lunch.
And then Adam camped out on the bathroom floor for a while between pukes.
There's not much sadder than a kid vomiting in a festive costume.
Poor kid. He always gets the short end of the stick. Middle child AND sick on Halloween.
I am sure the right thing to do there would've been to cancel Halloween and replaced it with some other fun activity like, say, sipping mugs of chicken soup, but you try telling your candy-deprived, costume-clad youngsters that trick-or-treat is over.
And he seemed better.
So we went anyway.
Good thing I was swayed to buy that extra costume. Optimus Prime became Bumblebee, a new sort of Transformer I guess, and we were on our way.
We circled our side of the neighborhood. We got tons and tons of really good candy. There were 100 Grands. And Butterfingers. And lots and lots of Snickers bars. No crappy candy here.
Elizabeth was in heaven. Slobbery, sticky, heaven.
And we met a lot of the neighbors. Nice people.
And all was right with the world.
Until right about the time Daylight Savings Time ended.
Adam was suddenly sick again. More vomit. High fever.
And he's still sick.
And now I'm sick. And the husband is flying out of town tomorrow morning. Joy.
And we spread our joy throughout the entire neighborhood.
Sssshhh. Don't tell anyone it was us.