Henry was having a meltdown.
Henry wanted to wear the mask that went with his costume and I said no.
Henry hit his sister.
Henry stormed out of the room.
Henry said "POO FOR YOU, MOM!" and told me it was the worst October, ever.
(I had to bite my tongue. I wanted to laugh, so bad. My kids are so good that even when they're being bad, they're not really bad.)
I got a few pics of his sis...
And then finally, after more screaming and crying, I finally called his father (who was on his way home from work) and he talked him down out of his tree.
I don't know what it is about me that makes my children more angry/stressed/emotional/crazy, but I seem to have that effect.
E, on the other hand, can talk to them for three minutes and suddenly it all makes sense.
We finally made it to the carnival, and we met Grandma Mary, who was in her traditional Snow White dress. Grandpa Norm was there helping, as always. My sister and BIL were there, too, with their three angry birds, but I forgot to get a pic. I'll nab one on Halloween.
It ended up being a good night, but holy moly, my Hanko had a HUGE fit. He must have been as tired as his Mommy was after a full week of school.