My three little pirates, ready to set sail on an adventure.
One house, two house, three house, four.
Five house, six house, seven house, more.
With little glow stick necklaces swishing back and forth,
They run hard toward the door,
Slowing only when they are alllllllmost there.
And they both turn to see if he’s behind them.
They get candy and make sure he has some, too.
As they turn and begin to rush back to me,
The littlest pauses to say ‘Fanks!’
And my mama-pride glows.
They repeat to me the ‘rules’ of trick or treating.
“We must always let an adult check our candy to make sure we can have it.”
They repeat what they’ve been told at school.
“It would be a tragedy if we ate something we were allergic to and died.”
“Ummmmm….yes, it would.”
I am surprised, although I shouldn’t be.
Buckets of candy poured out on the floor.
“One piece each” I say.
“Okay…one more. But that’s really it.”
Even in these little things, I second guess myself.
Should I have stuck with just one piece?
Am I not being consistent enough?
Will not sticking to my guns come back to haunt me?
Am I tricking myself? Treating them with too much?
But it’s just a piece of candy.
One more piece of candy won’t hurt.
It’s a piece of candy, Bridget.
You don’t have to over-analyze every.little.thing!
Bath and bed.
Prayers and snuggles.
“Mama, this was the best night ever.”
Yes, baby…yes, it was.
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