The cold and flu season has descended upon our house with the intensity of a thousand plagues. Haha. It's November 3rd. Shit.
Anyway, Scarlett was sick for her birthday, and it looked like she was going to be sick again for Halloween. She rallied somewhat, and we decided that Kevin could take her out on our street for a little trick-or-treating fun. I think they were gone 4 hours, and came home with a wagon full of goodies. [Oh, and a special shout out to whoever gave out the sugar free gummi candies with *added Vitamin C* - you suck. Seriously. Next year locate the rolo aisle.]
Later that night [much later, like 2am] I woke up to Scarlett crying in her bed. I went to check on her, and she was sobbing and trying to tell me something. I finally realized what she was saying was "I...want..my...pumpkin..." Nice try, kiddo.