All three of my kids trick-or-treated this year. Big Brother stuck with it to the end, despite friends who wanted to wimp out and neighbors who informed him that boys old enough to shave should stop trick-or-treating. (Personally, I think that if a bunch of teenage boys will go to the trouble of making a costume and sacrificing a perfectly good video-game opportunity to walk around the neighborhood begging for candy, then candy they shall have. They could be doing SO much worse.)
Little Brother was a bat, and I didn’t even have to have mad sewing skillz to pull that one off. However, I did sustain a glue-gun-related injury to my right thumb. Martha Stewart, I am not. But Little Brother was a happy bat and that’s all that mattered.
Middle Sister was one of the 3 Blind Mice, along with her 2 best friends. They were cute and had a fun time with the group-costume thing.
Big Brother got his costume done in the nick of time, blow-drying wet paint early Friday morning before school. I’m amazed that the Pac-Man outfit survived the day.
Best of all, my kids
value clean laundry and hot dinners voluntarily shared their rejects Halloween treats with me.
Um, Danielle? Check out all the Whoppers! Yum.