It’s 7:30 on Halloween night, and we’re all at home in our jammies. The candy bowl has been set out on the front porch so the neighborhood kids can serve themselves. We intended on having a fun night of trick-or-treating, but due to an unfortunate turn of events, trick-or-treating had to be canceled for the Thomas kids. Torin got off the bus looking tired and pale… I had received an email from her kindergarten teacher that three other girls were out today due to vomiting, so I suspected that maybe she was coming down with a bug. However, she INSISTED that she felt fine, her tummy didn’t hurt, and she was just tired. Oh, I desperately wish I had followed my intuition. I don’t know what made me think I could trust a 5-year-old on Halloween, but I believed her when she said she felt fine. We got dressed up, loaded into the van, and headed for Uncle Matt & Aunt Kristen’s house. Then, at the corner of Old Hickory Blvd. and Edmonson Pike, IT HIT. I will spare you the gory details. But it was bad. Very bad. We made a u-turn and headed home as quickly as possible.
Here’s a quick picture of Cinderella, Superman, and the Unabomer. This was taken before Cinderella threw up and ruined her ballgown.
In an attempt to save the day, Superman walked quickly to four different houses to fill up Cinderella’s candy bucket for her. After that, he was quarantined just in case he is a carrier of the awful germs.
And this picture has nothing to do with Halloween, but I keep meaning to post it. There are very few days where my hair is combed well enough that I agree to be in front of the camera, so when it happens, it’s a big deal. (If you’re on facebook, you’ve already seen this one.)