The learning center had to cancel our annual trip to trick-or-treat at the retirement home down the street. All of the children cried "Boo hoo! We want to eat Werther's Original, too!"
In the end, it was for the best. We had a great party in the toddler room (I brought the string cheese) and I don't think anyone at the retirement home would have gotten Gavan's Marty McFly costume, anyway. Annabelle was, predictably, dressed as some Disney princess. Ryan was something with a cape and fake muscles. I don't even know if Blake was there or not. Maybe he went as Mr. Invisible. I owned the day with my Senator Leia Organa ensemble.
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| Please, don't call me "Princess." |
After school, I went trick-or-treating in the neighborhood near my dad's train station. I received plenty of accolades for my costume but I'll admit the whole night fell apart when I saw a 12 year old boy in a scary clown mask. Game over. No thanks! No time! Even after he took off his mask to show me that it was all pretend, I could not be comforted. Besides, it was starting to rain again and time to go home.
Even though I'm the one who did all of the work, I was only allowed one "fun" sized Three Musketeers bar as my dessert. I suspect my parents ate everything else after I went to bed. Kind of a rip off, since they didn't even wear costumes, but whatever.
Now, after a month of birthday parties, visitors, and Halloween, I'm looking forward to settling into a cool, relaxing November. Time to curl up with some lukewarm cocoa and catch up on all of the Dr. Suess I've been meaning to read this fall.
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