Belle - she gets around
After being paroled from time-out, the kid seemed to realize that trick-or-treating was possibly in jeopardy. She ran back to her room and started churning out letters of apology. The first one says, "I am sor e mama and but I sil lve yuo." (still love you) She delivered another one to me a few minutes later, laying it on a little thicker this time. This one said that she couldn't wait to "gv yuo a hug." And finally the third one: "I cat wt to gv yuo anotor hug mom." Oh my.
So yes, I took her trick-or-treating. I gave A one assignment, which was to score a Peppermint Patty for Mama. She accepted the challenge and we were off. I pulled her around our 'hood in a wagon full of blankets since temperatures have dropped and princess gowns are not known for keeping a kid toasty. She kept getting excited and breaking into a run, at which time her tiara would fly off her head. She was having a great time, though. We trick-or-treated until Belle realized she desperately had to pee, so I brought her home. Once her bladder had been emptied, we emptied her bag onto the counter. Would you believe there was not a single Peppermint Patty in the pile? I mean, honest to God, you give a kid ONE job . . . She says she "really tried" but frankly, I just don't feel like she gave it her all.