October 31, 2011
A Halloween Horror Story
Shortly after this picture was taken, several dozen of my kids' classmates descended on our house and invited our kids to go trick-or-treating with them. While my older kids ran off ahead, my husband and I followed along behind the group with the rest of the parents and Cameron. After about 15 houses, my husband turned to me.
"Where's Kellen?" he asked.
We scanned the group of kids and looked at each other in horror.
Before I could blink, my husband started sprinting in the opposite direction.
I am ashamed to say that we left our son at home. What's worse, we closed the garage door on him while he was in the garage, putting on his shoes.
I know, I know. We are officially the worst parents in the world. And believe me, he let us know it.
"Really?" he screamed at my husband when my husband walked through the door. "Really?"
Rest assured, I did do a little bit of penance tonight. While my husband was rescuing our son, a neighborhood girl came tearing down the street in my direction. I stopped her and asked her what was was wrong. "I can't find my parents!" she screamed.
This seemed to be the theme of the evening.
Fortunately, I knew the girl's mother. After a little bit of searching, I found the woman drinking adult beverages in the middle of the street with half of the other neighborhood moms a few blocks away.