Day-After-Halloween:

"Do you want this candy?" "Can I have one of yours?" "I like this candy. It's pretty."

When you really don't know what is inside the wrapper, looks are all that matters. Ivy's goal was to fill her bag with goodies last night. It's a good thing that her bag was no bigger than a lunch sac. The girls had a great time. We were hoping to make it in time for a halloween parade at the church where they were going to do a trunk-or-treat, but a cranky 4 year old meant a late nap for Kezia, so we missed it, and barely made it in time for the trick-or-treating, which ended up being inside because of rain!

Yes, once again, we went to the trunk-or-treat, a tradition that I am not too fond of ("It's safe for the kids.") I like the old-fashioned house to house begging, without the feeling of mistrust of fellow humans, just because there were some malicious psychos who made the news years ago. Anyway, because of the rain and because Kezia and Ivy would be able to see their friends, we decided to go. Afterward, we got to hit a few houses, too. So now we are fully stocked...again. I have a friend whose husband is from Tonga. Apparently it is outrageously expensive to get candy there, so they let their kids choose 10 pieces for themselves and then ship the rest off to Tonga. I am hoping to join them in their endeavor and rid our house of all (most of) this junk.

Despite my subtle, gentle efforts to convince Kezia to be a blue fairy with Ivy, there is no pulling away a four year old girl from being a princess. So Kezia wore her worn out, ragged princess dress and was happy. But at least I got some cute pics of both of them in their fairy costumes. Nate and I grabbed the funniest things we own: a screaming rubber chicken, a parrot puppet, a sunhat, clownwigs, and nasty pregnant pants with fake pockets and became clowns somehow.

Ivy is now hacking up a lung, just like Kezia was on Sunday. Hopefully it won't last long. Something funny about Ivy: She likes the male gender. For instance, usually when kids have a baby and an adult animal, one is a baby and one is the mommy. But for Ivy, it's baby and daddy. Anyway, occasionally, she pretends to be "da man" and goes around the house announcing, "I'm da man", just like one of us would say it if we were saying we were really cool. Ivy is calling me to go play with "da man", so I guess I should sign off.