The good:
Let's face it, our costumes were simply fabulous!
Niko gets props for the best line of the night. After visiting his second house, he looked down into his bag, saw the candy and announced, "Hey! This really good idea!"
The bad:
We trick or treated out in Midvale so Yia yia, Papou and Uncle "Gaga" could see the kids. The number of people whose houses were dark was pretty astonishing. (But, don't worry, the boys scored enough candy to last well until Thanksgiving....even with Daddy and Papa appropriating a candy "tax" of a piece or two now and then!)
The ugly:
Still high on sugar, and not having eaten prior to Holy Communion, Sunday morning found Gus' blood sugar dropping faster than USC in the rankings. The lack of Halloween sugar in his system turned our delightful, well-mannered boy into, well, a monster. A meltdown of epic proportions ensued. We're talking Chernobyl level. Long and short, he had to skip church, missed Sunday School class pictures, and was forbidden from even looking at sugar for 24 hours. By dinner time he was back to his old, delightful self.
Next year, maybe we'll all be pirates: ARRRRRGH!
My daughter, Tegan, 21, started a Halloween tradition she has not allowed Matthew, her 18 month old to replicate. She eats candy until she is sick of it and loves doing so once a year. Pretty crazy and may pay a price some year, but there ya go. Try being mother to a Gemini/Dragon bisexual!
ReplyDeleteI agree - fabulous costumes. Don't you love kids' meltdowns? Wish I could get away with that every now and then.
ReplyDeleteLove the costumes.
ReplyDeleteBTW: For Easter, my parents used to give my brothers and me ENORMOUS amounts of candy, that we promptly INHALE on Easter morning (it become breakfast). After being horribly sick a few times, 40 years out, I still don't like candy all that much.
There was a method to that madness.