We survived Halloween. For the second year running, Jake changed his mind about his costume a mere hour before the festivities were to begin. Instead of the Ghostbuster costume that I had diligently searched for, finally finding one at reasonable cost online, he wanted to wear the tiger costume he'd worn last year in the production of "Captain Noah" at church. The pants were a bit short, but he didn't care. I'm actually extraordinarily proud of that costume, as I not only sewed it, but I designed it.....and I haven't normally a creative bone in my body.
Last night we were making a valiant attempt to finish off the last of the candy. My kids were amazed that I bought so many Dum-dums - my secret obsession. Now they are addicted, too. Where else can you find cotton candy flavor, coconut-pineapple, green apple, chocolate, and of course - mystery flavor, all for only 20 calories.....anyway, all of a sudden Emme started spitting and crying and stomping her feet. "OH, MY, GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" What is it, Emme? A bug, a broken tooth? "I HAVE DOG HAIR IN MY MOUTH! I AM HAVING THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!"