Hard Core

"Hmmmm....what's in here?"

I meant to post this a while ago, but nothing could immediately top the "stuck in the mud" post.  Now that I am not so traumatized....


Although last year's Halloween was technically Angela's first Halloween, I don't really count it. At six months old, she had no clue what was going on. She probably thought her bag of money costume was some odd sleep sack. This year mobility coupled with a pretty good cause and effect understanding made it Angela's first "I get it" Halloween. I wish I had a camera when she received candy at the first house we went to for trick or treating. My chocoholic looked like she had discovered nirvana and she planned on fully experiencing it at her earliest opportunity. I stupidly did not consider this when I fastened her in the car seat. I let Angela continue to hold onto her treat bag. John and I chatted while we drove to our next stop. We paused when we heard ripping paper. We looked back at the same time to find that Angela had fished out a Kit Kat from her bag and was eating it- wrapper and all.


If that is not hard core, I don't know what is.