As I promised my mother, I took her granddaughter to every possible Halloween-related event I could find. If Meemaw was willing to slave away over yellow fabric for weeks on end, the least I could was to make sure the kid was seen in the glorious Belle gown. We attended three different events this weekend. And of course the actual trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. My daughter has had a sugar buzz for about three days straight.
I'd been holding the trick-or-treating gig over her head for the past week or so. I told her that for each infraction, I'd take five houses off the list. I may or may not have implied that those five houses are known to give out full-size candy bars. Listen, I work with what I've got. Thank goodness I can roll out the ever-useful S-A-N-T-A threat shortly.
Earlier today, we had a minor battle over lunch. I'd made steamed cauliflower, couscous with pine nuts, and drop biscuits. Okay, not the most interesting meal but we are running low on groceries. Don't judge me! Anyway, I invoked the "you have to try at least one bite" rule on the cauliflower. A sat with it in her mouth for about a month of Sundays. Finally she started sputtering and whining about how she had to spit it out. She did so, and I promptly put her in time-out for being rude about the meal I had cooked. I should add that I'd put a bit of butter, salt, and cheddar cheese on the cauliflower to make it more palatable to her. I only required her to eat a tiny bite. I would also like to take this opportunity to apologize to my mother for all the grief I gave her at mealtime as a child.
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.