Next Year I Pick Treat

Stellan is sick. Not just a bit under the weather. He's couch-crashing sleep-moaning phlegm-coughing blistering-fever shadow-of-his-ebullient-self sick. He's been sick for 4 days now. Every night I go to bed hopeful that he will wake up feeling better only to hear him screaming in agony from his bed in the wee hours.

Poor kid. That means he all but missed Halloween. We couldn't talk him into trick-or-treating at all. In fact, the best we could manage was to convince him to put on his costume so we could try out the face paints we got and go for a walk around the neighborhood. Of course, by the time we coordinated all of that, it was Halloween night at 6:15 and the neighbors saw us and pushed their candy on us. Seriously, there were maybe 4 trick-or-treaters on our street all night, the neighbors were desperate.

And that is how my son became an accidental and unwilling victim of Halloween. Cruel trick, huh? I hope next year goes better.

On the bright side, I did get some really really cute pics of the kids, especially Rachelle, who hasn't shown any signs of Stellan's plague (yet). Seriously cute.