1 Mother 2 Another

What do you get when you mix two kids with
excellent costumes and unlimited access to high fructose corn syrup
and artificial dye?


A couple of crabby, hung-over kids twelve hours later.

What, you didn’t think I’d let
my kids eat crap like everyone else? I’m not THAT bad.


Maddie found a black-and-white cat costume that she loved, so went
as a kitty cat. For her bucket, she fashioned a plastic pumpkin
bucket into a mouse so she could snack on “mouse
brains” while she walked along.


Cora found a yellow tutu/dance costume she adored, and insisted she
was going to be a canary. Thanks to my patient mother, who
willingly sewed about twenty feet of yellow feather boa to the
back, arms, and hiney, Cora was a glamorous canary with a fantastic
tail and wingspan. For her bucket, Cora carried a wicker basket she
and Gamma had decorated with twigs and dried herbs – her
“nest” for her candy nest egg.


I can’t deny I have religious issues with Halloween –
and the girls won’t be allowed to go as anything violent or
evil. But I have to admit, they’re so darn cute when they
dress up.


When they get that crazed, sugar-high look in their eyes, not so
cute.