I’m pleased to announce that Halloween was a success! It was touch and go there for awhile, but Carson eventually cooperated and actually *gasp* enjoyed himself. When his incessant whining and wacky outta control behavior began during dinnertime (hot dogs and baked beans-the epitome of a healthy meal!), I was sure we were destined to eat the nasty candy I bought to give out to trick-or-treaters. Really I didn’t care if Carson and Ella got to experience the joys of trick-or-treating, I just wanted to be sure we’d get some good candy. I’m a good mom, see.
The highlight of our evening, though, was two
trick-or-treaters, girls, women who came to our house begging for candy. Both Tate and I were dumbfounded after these women left and we kept replaying the exchange with each other and asking if that just really happened. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see a girl who looked to be possibly 15, maybe 17 standing there holding a bucket full of candy. Standing next to her was a women who appeared to be in her late 30′s, maybe early 40′s, but certainly someone far too old for trick-or-treating. Both were wearing sweatshirts and jean shorts, and just stood there obviously expecting me to drop candy in their buckets. Tate asked them what they were supposed to be and the older woman pointed to the younger girl and said, “she’s havin’ a baby.”
How does “she’s havin a baby” answer the question of what they were supposed to be dressed up as?
And why the hell were they out trick-or-treating?
Most importantly, what the f*ck?
I quickly proclaimed to Tate soon after they left, “I’m so blogging that.” I certainly appreciate the most excellent blog fodder since I was expecting to write, “Carson was so horrible and threw himself screaming on the doorsteps of all of my neighbors, making them hate us even more!” Instead he surprised us with his excellent behavior and manners, saying, “sank you” to all who bestowed candy upon him.
Here are a few pictures of my “baseball player,” “pumpkin,” “man,” and me as an “incredibly sex-ay farmer.”
Why yes, I am wearing my frumpy overalls and pigtails. So, so hawt.
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