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All I wanna know is, if this is reportedly a story of the love affair between Ronnie and Nancy, are they going to mention her pre-Ronnie reputation of “giving the best head in Hollywood”?
Okay, I’m not wondering that hard. Watching the Reagans was hard enough the first time around.
In 2000, I put Sophia in her costume as Supergirl, and she thought it was great. Probably went to sleep around 6, as per usual.
In 2001, I bought her a princess-fairy costume, and she wouldn’t look at it.
In 2002, she wanted the Thomas costume. Which she wore all of about 3 seconds at her preschool’s Halloween party. She proceeded to fall asleep on the way home (around 4pm) and sleep the night through (something she was doing a lot at that time, which is why I cut way back on her activities for a while). So she didn’t trick-or-treat last year.
This year, things were different.
Oh yeah. She was all over the trick-or-treating thing. She’s been wearing the Tinkerbell costume for days now. She wore it to school today. She wanted to wear it all day, but it was too cold (and rainy!) for that.
After she napped a bit this afternoon, we rehearsed how to trick-or-treat, with each of us taking turns as the trick-or-treater and the lady answering the door. That helped, actually, because she started out holding her hand over her mouth while saying it, and by the time she set off on her adventure she was singing it clearly. Darin told me by the end of their rounds, she was telling him to stay back and she went up to the door by herself to do it.
Simon went with. Now he’s figured out the whole candy-extortion thing.
My kids went trick-or-treating. Another milestone passed. (Sob.)
Speaking of the kids (were we?), Sophia said the funniest thing today.
Darin stayed home today because he felt sick. Anyone who knows him knows how often that’s happened. So we’re all in various places in the house and Sophia told me she wanted something to eat. I said, “We’re going to have lunch with Daddy.”
She ran over to Darin and said, “Daddy, it’s the weekend!”
Because on weekends, you see, we have lunch with Daddy.
Darin explained to her about “sick days” and how he’d be going to work tomorrow (he hopes—now that he’s seen the house in full chaos mode during the day).