Monday, October 31, 2011

Our little owl is a hoot!

Cam scored three Halloween parties and two nights of Trick-or-Treating.  Not bad for a child not yet two.  The nice ladies on our street gave her first dibs to all the great candy (lots of Sweetarts for Rob, and a regular sized Kit Kat for me) and one lady bought Cam a bottle of bubbles.

Came home to put Cam down after two houses, because we don't play with bedtime here.  As it was I had to pry that green Jack-o-Lantern out of her outraged hands, before persuading her that jammies and a story were MUCH more fun.  Yeah, even I call bullshit on me.

I have a great big plastic bin that I bought from Target.  This bin I will fill with this year's decorations, decorations I plan to score tomorrow morning, and notes for next year.  One note reads:

"Rocks.  Rocks for 30-something year old women who show up on door steps begging for candy for their "lazy teen-aged daughter".

What self-respecting woman, NAY, parent, would dare ask people handing out candy to actual children, for candy for a child that is 1) too old to Trick-or-Treat; and 2) not even there?

That treat bag deserves a rock.

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