Trick-or-Treating 101
So we went Trick-or-Treating on Saturday night. We even took 2 extra kids along with us. Five kids. Three adults. Well, really just two adults because The Rookie lagged behind and talked on his cell phone the entire time. I wonder how painful surgical removal of a bluetooth from one’s asshole would be??….but I digress. Anyway, it was a hassle getting five kids ready to go out. It always is. Hell, it’s a hassle getting myself ready in the morning just to take the kids to school. Once you throw costumes in there, face paint/makeup, whining kids, the Rookie who is choosing our departure time as the time to start getting in the shower, well suffice to say, I was getting bitchy before we’d even left the house. However, we did manage to leave. As soon as we stepped outside, the humidity and heat hit us in the face like a big old bag of hot and stagnant air. The mosquitoes had apparently been prepping for the evening by juicing up on steroids. It was divine from the get-go.
We had knocked on approximately 3 doors when the three year old loudly announced “I want to go home NOWWWWWWWW!” I assured her that she was having fun and that I didn’t have she didn’t have enough candy yet so we needed to give it just a little while longer before we through in the sweaty towel. She wasn’t amused. Her bitchiness was in full-swing. I have NO idea where she gets that from!
We ended up roaming our sub-division for about 40 minutes or so before the mosquitoes and the heat got the best of us. My sister and I scoped out the bags and determined that there were enough Milky Ways and Reeses to satisfy us the kids and we headed back to the homestead. The three year old was stripped down to her Dora panties in record time and promptly got in a better mood. UNTIL…she saw an adult rifle through her candy bag. “YOU NOT EAT MY CANDY!!” Apparently she never got the memo that adults that have to endure trick-or-treating and the prep of said activity have candy stealing rights. We assured her that this was protocol and that she’d likely have to endure it until she was probably 11 or 12. She wasn’t amused. I soothed her inner savage beast with “Pink Milk” (Nestles Strawberry). I’ll need to get her better educated and informed on Trick-or-Treating rules before next year!
My nephew wanted to go home after two houses, but I couldn’t convince him otherwise. I totally didn’t get anything good for me…I mean, him.
Yeah, I know I am late to the party, as it were, but those kids looked awesome!!!