For the record, a child who is twelve, almost thirteen, does not want to go out in the rain to trick or treat.
Ahhh.
That’s the sound of my relief in her declaration that going out in the rain to get candy we could totally buy at the store ourselves is not worth it.
Though to be completely open, she was getting her costume time in the night before said rainy trick or treating. My mom took her to my aunt’s nursing home for a parade/party and that was enough for Miss O.
Have I mentioned that every single new stage in this whole parenting gig is so much better than the last?
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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