:-(
Tonight I walked down the street behind a very beautiful Batgirl as she skipped and spun around and declared "This is the best Halloween I have ever had in my whole entire life!"
Two minutes later the sky opened up and started dumping on us.
We'd been trick-or-treating for all of thirty minutes and (as our street is fairly dead until you get down to the corner) had hit maybe six houses, two of which were the nobody-home-but-the-candy-bowl variety.
Sprinkling would have been one thing -- heck, by that time it had been sprinkling. But this was pouring. And... T's helmet has electronics in it, and his cardboard pauldrons were quickly wrinkling and running. Doodlebug's costume offered decent protection from cold and wind but left her very vulnerable to the wet. Bean was well-covered, but already fighting a cold. The kids had paper treat bags. I knew we had no umbrellas at home. I didn't feel we had much choice.
I promised that we would go back out if the rain let up, but no such luck.
The kids still got lots of candy; as we had no trick-or-treaters come to our house either, the traditional last stop (home) was also the most profitable. But the disappointment was palatable. I tried my best to stay upbeat and offer fun alternatives -- movies and cupcakes -- but secretly I was just thankful the bags gave out after we got home.
There are some things Mommy can't fix, and it makes her very, very sad.
Two minutes later the sky opened up and started dumping on us.
We'd been trick-or-treating for all of thirty minutes and (as our street is fairly dead until you get down to the corner) had hit maybe six houses, two of which were the nobody-home-but-the-candy-bowl variety.
Sprinkling would have been one thing -- heck, by that time it had been sprinkling. But this was pouring. And... T's helmet has electronics in it, and his cardboard pauldrons were quickly wrinkling and running. Doodlebug's costume offered decent protection from cold and wind but left her very vulnerable to the wet. Bean was well-covered, but already fighting a cold. The kids had paper treat bags. I knew we had no umbrellas at home. I didn't feel we had much choice.
I promised that we would go back out if the rain let up, but no such luck.
The kids still got lots of candy; as we had no trick-or-treaters come to our house either, the traditional last stop (home) was also the most profitable. But the disappointment was palatable. I tried my best to stay upbeat and offer fun alternatives -- movies and cupcakes -- but secretly I was just thankful the bags gave out after we got home.
There are some things Mommy can't fix, and it makes her very, very sad.