All things considered, this went pretty well. Ava really enjoyed her costume - a kimono I picked up on my last visit to Japan. Got a wig to go with it, so she looked very much the little Japanese princess. I too, was in the spirit, wore the shirt I made from the material I bought for Casey's toga this summer - black with skulls. I don't have a photo of me in the shirt, for reasons I will explain shortly. Mom came to our place in the evening, to go trick-or-treating with Ava and I. We were doing really well - I was amazed at how far Ava was willing to go. However, after about an hour, she started complaining again, saying her stomach was hurting. I'd cuddle her a bit, and then she'd press on. Then, about the third time, she lifted her arms to me again. I figured she was getting tired, and wanted me to carry her home. There was a short silence, then she exploded, drenching both of us in the ghosts of candies not passed. Mmm, vomit. I felt bad for the poor neighbor left with the evidence, but I was more concerned about squeezing the gunk out of my hair at the time. Sorry neighbor! We hightailed it home, and enjoyed a nice mother-daughter shower. Ava was most upset that she wasn't allowed any more candy that evening. She did get some enjoyment about informing everyone we met and all her classmates about the incident for some days afterward, so she's got that going for her, which is nice.
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