A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I threatened the kids with taking away trick-or-treating if they didn’t shape up. Consider the threat, carried out!
One out of the three was high on sugar Halloween night while the other two were high on sour grapes!
Five-year-old Carys was the lone Loveland soliciting for sweets. Campbell was totally bummed and Caiden rode an emotional roller coaster. One minute he didn't care because trick-or-treating was stupid, the next he was angry and the next he was super sweet and sorry.
I took Carys to the neighbors to make the rounds and when I came back, my two Halloweenies seemed to have accepted their punishment. Caiden was being especially good. I was impressed by his new attitude. Cam was up in her room.
The doorbell started ringing and didn't stop for about 15 minutes. When I came up for air, Caiden was playing basketball in the driveway but Cam was nowhere to be found.
A few minutes later we get a knock at the door. There stood a lone wolfman who said in a gruff voice, "trick or treat"! One look at those neon aqua and orange indoor soccer shoes and we knew we had our missing person. We said "trick" and pulled her and her bag of candy inside! She'd snuck out in her costume, borrowed a bag from our neighbor and went out collecting candy!
I'm stunned at what she did. We don't even know yet how we're going to punish her.
Do you have a good Halloween story?