Halloween Party Stories

I shall now give you some Halloween party stories from the party Elizabeth and I attended for the mom’s group tonight.

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We walked in.  I was carrying my adorable dip and dipping items and went towards the kitchen.  Elizabeth veered off to the left where she saw children and a GIANT TUNNEL OF FUN to crawl through.  I told her okay, but I was going to the kitchen.  Apparently she didn’t process that information because a minute later, while I was arranging my food, there was a horrible screaming noise, followed by the sound of other moms coaching Elizabeth on where to find me (she wouldn’t allow any of those strange Not-My-Mama people to pick her up).  A tear-stained pumpkin (she wore last year’s Halloween costume) attached herself to me and didn’t leave my side for the rest of the party, until about five minutes before we were about to leave.

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My dip came out adorable.  Too adorable.  No one ate any because they didn’t want to mess it up.  I even scooped some out of it to start it off, but I was one of the last people to get food, so it didn’t do any good.  So adorable dip is a win, but you feel like a loser when no one eats any of your food.  (Even if you know the reason why.)

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If you ask Elizabeth about the party and what she did, she says “candies!”  I think she’ll have a good time with this whole trick-or-treating thing.

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Oh, and she wore last year’s Halloween costume for ease of playing.  I didn’t think she’d be standing attached to my leg all night, I expected rolling around on the floor.  The fairy outfit is all adorable for walking around and trick or treating, but it doesn’t lend well to vigorous activity.