Once Upon a Time there was a young mom who loved to come up with cute, matching, themed costumes for her children. She would spend weeks sewing and accessorizing until all was perfect. She would take her children to the photo studio to have the costumes memorialized for generations to come. And when comments were made about how darling her children's costumes were, she would simply say, "oh, it was nothing".
Sadly, this mother become prideful in her costumes and would look down upon the children that put together last minute costumes (and the mother's who allowed such thoughtless Halloween attire).
She didn't understand why everyone didn't put forth hours and hours of sewing and sweating and more sewing for one evening of Trick-or-Treating in the dark of night.
Because of this mother's pride, an evil spell was cast upon her at Halloween.
The first year the spell was cast in the form of being fresh off of a move between states, with all of her Halloween costumes and sewing supplies locked within an evil storage unit so that this mother had nothing to do but have her children wear matching costumes from the year before (gasp!).
The second year the spell was cast in the form of a surgery that occurred right before Halloween leaving her without the ability to sew and having had her children grow so that no matching costumes still fit, leaving her children to wear mismatched costumes from the box of previously prized costumes (gasp! gasp!)
The third year the spell was cast in the form of children who no longer cared to match and a haze of apathy quickly enveloped this once Halloween-loving mother.
After years of suffering this mother desperately desired to break the spell!
This year she committed to making costumes once again.
Costumes that were cute and matching and required trips to the hardware store.
The type of costumes that people would pin on pinterest!
But alas, she was reminded of the spell when two little boys saw pumpkin t-shirts (that had been worn in past spell-years) and declared that that was what they wanted to wear.
The mother fought the idea but in the end gave into the wishes of her two little boys.
And then, and only then, was the spell broken.
The boys wore their trailer-trash costumes.
They asked their dad to join them in trick-or-treating.
They came home with their body weight in candy.
And they were happy!
And the mom smiled and hugged the boys....and they responded by asking her if next year she would make them matching, "NEW" costumes.
And they all lived happily ever after :)
and this?
this has nothing to do with the story but it sure is a lot of candy!
(and when you only got two photos taken the entire evening, you better put them both on the blog)
