Halloween

My parents stopped by on Halloween to see the girls in their costumes (Lee a bat, Clara a zebra, which I think was the same as last year). The girls were very excited for trick-or-treating, and they had a great time going around the neighborhood.

Afterward, we tried a new approach, which was to let them eat as much candy as they wanted that night in the hope that they'd get sick of it and/or we could just throw away the rest. Actually, Bridges thought we were trying this new approach. We had actually discussed it, but I didn't realize we'd decided to give it a go. I thought we were just drinking wine and not paying attention.

But either way, candy was consumed, although I don't believe they actually ate all that much. However, as it was getting on toward bedtime, Clara suddenly threw up on the kitchen floor. Bridges gave me a look (the new approach was, after all, my idea to begin with).

Secretly, I thought, "this might work after all!" Perhaps Clara would lose her taste for candy. I remember I didn't eat hot dogs or potato chips for years and years after throwing up at a cookout when I was little.

But no, soon after the cleanup was complete Clara asked for more candy. Lee, on the other hand, was so traumatized just from witnessing the throw-up that she claimed she wasn't going to eat dessert for two weeks.