The Bumblebee and The M&M

We tricker treated last night. In our town, it's on the the 30th. I'm anxious to learn what other things they make up around here. "They" also have a very strict policy of only tricker treating from 5-8 PM. The police, and not the dressed up kind, will come and get you and haul you off to

your own house and make you quit begging other people for candy.

Not that I know that from experience...

Avee still hasn't recovered from her 16 day old injury so she was carried by me and J, but mostly J and then we had the brilliant idea to put her in the stroller and carry Danyo. And by we, I mean me. I'm the one that has brilliant ideas 45 minutes after the average person would have.

About 45 minutes into the house-ta-housing, both of my children said, within moments of each other, neither having heard that other, "Okay, I'm done." I was really disappointed with these two ninnies who didn't have nearly enough chocolate in their bags for us to be done. Had I known that butting in and grabbing what I wanted instead of letting my child choose was an option, we could have been done within 15 minutes.

After we indulged the kids in their pleasure, begging for candy from perfect strangers, we went and had Pho. Our pleasure. I don't like the Pho ( Fō ) here as well as in Texas, but whatteryagonnado? It was still good. And Avee whales on Pho like you have never seen a two year old whale on Vietnamese soup. It looks like a rice noodle hurricane hit when she's done.

(The Adorable Trooper)

I'm not a big fan of Halloween. Having kids has changed me a little bit. It's hard to resist a chocolate faced, redhaired bumblebee. Or a blue M&M who can't say his R's. I'm also not a fan of anything scary. ANYTHING. I don't even like things that are only remotely scarey and other people think are funny. Not for me. At all.
I sort of figgered my kids would be the same way. They are not. Bo was drawn to one house that had a girl screaming, "help me, help me" from upstairs and the girl downstairs was all decked out in scary stuff and uh...stitches? He asked me, "Are there houses I can go to liiiiike, 2, 3, or 10 times?" He went back 3 times. They had a great time giving M&M's to the M&M.

Then Avee walked right up to some guy with a scary mask and smeared in what appeared to be blood. I laughed when one kid asked him what he was supposed to be and he answered, "I dunno." I didn't know either. I stood close by to rescue her, but ended up just getting a picture of Avee looking like, "Mom, this guy's costume is kind of weird, it doesn't really make sense and even though he's very nice, I'd like to move on to that house with the Starbursts..."

When they were done. Bo's sort of an all-or-nothing kind of kid. He had

to put his clothes back on to go eat Pho. He have some class.

Yesterday when we were out running errands, Bo was begging me to stop at Mickey Dee's. I knew he wasn't hungry so I asked him what he wanted. His answer: "I need some water to chase down the gross piece of candy I just ate." My son needs a chaser? Perhaps I should pay more attention to the crowd he runs with at school and outside.

That is all I have to write about Halloween. It was all I had to say altogether, but a random kid just came to my house. Tell me, are kids waaaaaaaaaaay ruder and bolder now than they were in my day, or am I just an old lady? I never would have dreamed of asking another adult "Why?" when I was told no. Besides my mom.

I am pretty friendly to the kids that come around here. However, when I say no about something, it doesn't cease to shock me when I'm challenged with a "Why?!" And it's not so much a question as it is a challenge. What IS that?
Just now, one of Bo's friends knocked on the door. Bo let him in and another kid followed him. I've never seen this kid before. He walks in my house, looks around and starts to head upstairs where Avee is sleeping.
" Don't go upstairs please. Hey! I said don't go upstairs."
"Why!?"
"Because I said and this is my house."
"I can only stay down here?"
"Nope, you can also leave."
"Why can't I go upstairs and play."

Are you KIDDING me?! Do I really have to tell some kid who hasn't even cut his two front teeth yet why I want to do things a certain way in my own home? I don't think so. It's all good though, I shoved him down the stairs and pulled him out the front door by his ankles. He'll probably think twice before he asks me why again.