This morning Ben went in to Costco to find out what they would do regarding the warranty on our tires. They refunded our money for the tire that blew out without any questions, especially after seeing the tire! Yay! So we now have a mismatched set, but nobody seems too concerned about that. It's very reassuring to know that Costco will honour their warranties like this, especially since we're considering purchasing appliances from them.
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On a less happy note, all classes & events at the university were cancelled as of 4pm today due to the "bad" weather. Ok, it is sleeting out and there is some ice. I guess it's time to bring out the "I am Canadian" rant. Hehe. If we cancelled things every time there was sleet at home we'd be totally broke!
In any case, Ben is getting a ride home with a friend, and I will have to go to the grocery store (across the street, I'll probably walk) to get something for dinner since I'd planned to meet Ben for a pizza dinner at the university before his chamber orchestra concert. Unfortunately, that concert has now been postponed to next semester - Ben's friend C is NOT going to be happy since this concert is his graduate conducting recital. :(
The good news? Ben's presentation has now been postponed too. Since he wasn't fully prepared, this is great news.
And now I'm off to plan how to enjoy a night off.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
She slept through it all
Preface which will likely give away the "punch line":
Before embarking on this trip (can you embark in a van?), we had new tires put on the van 2 weeks ago. Costco had an amazing deal, and we had been told that we needed to replace them soon. So we did.
We've been travelling for most of the past week. Since Ben had the week off for American Thanskgiving, I agreed to go play with the Windsor Symphony Orchestra for the weekend. Yay! We drove to London where we saw the foundation of our house and realized that yes, we will have a nice, big backyard. Grandpa came down to pick up Rachel and Ben, and off they went to Toronto for a few days. I got to catch up with some friends before heading back down to Windsor.
The concert was Saturday night. By 10:15 we were in the car since Windsor is about 12-13 hours from Kansas City and we wanted to drive a few hours before stopping for the night. Just after midnight, Ben was too tired to drive so we stopped at a hotel but they were in the middle of a computer audit and couldn't check room availability for another 10-15 minutes. Since I was still awake, we decided to drive on. We were contemplating trading off and driving straight through the night since it is much more pleasant to drive with a sleeping kid than with a 2.5 year old who repeatedly says things like, "And then where are we going?", "I want to stand up!" and "I want to take off my seatbelt!"
Off we went, through Michigan and down into Ohio. At about 1:15, I heard a loud popping sound. At first I wondered if something had just fallen down from the stuff in the back of the van. Ben thought it might have been a big piece of debris on the road. Then the sound registered - it sounded just like a tire blow-out.
I pulled over on the shoulder, and sure enough, our right rear tire was as flat as a pancake. (Ok, it wasn't quite that flat but we're going for extra drama here!)
Luckily, Ben had changed a tire once on our old Honda Accord, so out he went to put on the spare while we both freaked out a little and were thankful that Rachel was sound asleep in the back. About 45 minutes later, the spare was on and we decided to drive down the road to the next little town. We were hoping for a Costco nearby, but when we checked in at the hotel, we were told that there weren't any within an hour of where we were. Ah, the irony. Here we were with our brand new tires and one of them had blown out. It just goes to show that you never know what will happen. Ironically enough, this did happen right after a conversation about how life needs to slow down and people need to relax more and rest more. Ha!
We finally got to bed at around 3am. Rachel slept through the whole thing including being transferred to the hotel bed. This has never happened before.
By 7:30, we were all up. We had been told that there was a Wal-Mart with a tire centre in the next town, so we called and found out that they would be opening at 9am. Sadly, the Wal-Mart across the street from the hotel did not have a tire centre. By 10:15am we had a new tire on our van and were on our way. The tire guy had initially thought that perhaps we could patch the tire, but no, there was a huge hole in it so that was no longer an option.
Rachel was surprisingly cheerful for most of the car trip. It might have something to do with her new, "cheap, yellow baby" as she calls it. ($0.97 for a tiny little baby doll dressed in yellow clothes. For the amount of time it bought us on the road, we were very impressed!)
In the evening, we both remembered that going through St. Louis was a bad idea since traffic was basically stopped. We both remembered that this had happened last year too. In any case, we arrived back at our apartment by 10:30pm after a 15 hour day on the road. So much for saving time by driving last night!
It's 7am on Monday morning and Ben and Rachel are still sleeping. I have to teach Kindermusik in 2 hours, and before that groceries must be bought, things must be unpacked and above all, I need to wake up! Later today I imagine that one of us will have the courage to read the Costco warranty (which was unfortunately sitting on our coffee table at home rather than in the van) and see if we stand a chance of getting our money back.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! ;)
Before embarking on this trip (can you embark in a van?), we had new tires put on the van 2 weeks ago. Costco had an amazing deal, and we had been told that we needed to replace them soon. So we did.
We've been travelling for most of the past week. Since Ben had the week off for American Thanskgiving, I agreed to go play with the Windsor Symphony Orchestra for the weekend. Yay! We drove to London where we saw the foundation of our house and realized that yes, we will have a nice, big backyard. Grandpa came down to pick up Rachel and Ben, and off they went to Toronto for a few days. I got to catch up with some friends before heading back down to Windsor.
The concert was Saturday night. By 10:15 we were in the car since Windsor is about 12-13 hours from Kansas City and we wanted to drive a few hours before stopping for the night. Just after midnight, Ben was too tired to drive so we stopped at a hotel but they were in the middle of a computer audit and couldn't check room availability for another 10-15 minutes. Since I was still awake, we decided to drive on. We were contemplating trading off and driving straight through the night since it is much more pleasant to drive with a sleeping kid than with a 2.5 year old who repeatedly says things like, "And then where are we going?", "I want to stand up!" and "I want to take off my seatbelt!"
Off we went, through Michigan and down into Ohio. At about 1:15, I heard a loud popping sound. At first I wondered if something had just fallen down from the stuff in the back of the van. Ben thought it might have been a big piece of debris on the road. Then the sound registered - it sounded just like a tire blow-out.
I pulled over on the shoulder, and sure enough, our right rear tire was as flat as a pancake. (Ok, it wasn't quite that flat but we're going for extra drama here!)
Luckily, Ben had changed a tire once on our old Honda Accord, so out he went to put on the spare while we both freaked out a little and were thankful that Rachel was sound asleep in the back. About 45 minutes later, the spare was on and we decided to drive down the road to the next little town. We were hoping for a Costco nearby, but when we checked in at the hotel, we were told that there weren't any within an hour of where we were. Ah, the irony. Here we were with our brand new tires and one of them had blown out. It just goes to show that you never know what will happen. Ironically enough, this did happen right after a conversation about how life needs to slow down and people need to relax more and rest more. Ha!
We finally got to bed at around 3am. Rachel slept through the whole thing including being transferred to the hotel bed. This has never happened before.
By 7:30, we were all up. We had been told that there was a Wal-Mart with a tire centre in the next town, so we called and found out that they would be opening at 9am. Sadly, the Wal-Mart across the street from the hotel did not have a tire centre. By 10:15am we had a new tire on our van and were on our way. The tire guy had initially thought that perhaps we could patch the tire, but no, there was a huge hole in it so that was no longer an option.
Rachel was surprisingly cheerful for most of the car trip. It might have something to do with her new, "cheap, yellow baby" as she calls it. ($0.97 for a tiny little baby doll dressed in yellow clothes. For the amount of time it bought us on the road, we were very impressed!)
In the evening, we both remembered that going through St. Louis was a bad idea since traffic was basically stopped. We both remembered that this had happened last year too. In any case, we arrived back at our apartment by 10:30pm after a 15 hour day on the road. So much for saving time by driving last night!
It's 7am on Monday morning and Ben and Rachel are still sleeping. I have to teach Kindermusik in 2 hours, and before that groceries must be bought, things must be unpacked and above all, I need to wake up! Later today I imagine that one of us will have the courage to read the Costco warranty (which was unfortunately sitting on our coffee table at home rather than in the van) and see if we stand a chance of getting our money back.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! ;)
Saturday, November 18, 2006
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
That is about how I feel with regard to potty training right now. For the past little while, Rachel has been almost perfect. She's in underwear full time, wakes up dry (in a night-time pull-up), and likes to go potty.
All that came to a screeching halt at Barnes & Noble on Thursday afternoon. We'd gone to play in the park, and then I had promised a cookie (and more importantly, a latte for Mommy!) at the bookstore after we went potty. Well, we got into the stall, I set R's fold-up seat on the potty, sat her down on it and the darn thing auto-flushed on her. She totally freaked out and refused to try again. This meant no cookie and therefore no latte for Mommy either. Grr.
She managed to hold it in until we got home, and ever since then she has refused to use a potty other than the one at home. This morning Ben took her to shul (while I was home sick with a nasty cold) and he tried twice. No go. She freaked out again. She held it for FOUR HOURS from the time they left until they got home. Of course, she then did a huge pee in the potty, followed shortly after by a big poop. Yay, Rachel? Nope.... about 20 minutes later, she yelled that she needed to go potty but she was soaking already. She still managed to pee a lot more in the potty right after that.
Later this afternoon Ben took her out to Wonderscope where she refused twice to use the potty and ended up peeing in her pants. Grr. She has told me that she will use potties at home, pre-school (they have small ones) and at Grandma & Grandpa's house in Toronto next week.
A friend of mine has suggested putting post-it notes over the sensor so the potty can't "see" her. I'll give it a try, although it's getting her in the stall and on the seat in the first place that's the problem now. :(
On the bright side, the more times Rachel pees in her clothes, the more cute clothes she gets to wear. Hahahahahaha. I guess we'll pack her entire wardrobe for our trip.
All that came to a screeching halt at Barnes & Noble on Thursday afternoon. We'd gone to play in the park, and then I had promised a cookie (and more importantly, a latte for Mommy!) at the bookstore after we went potty. Well, we got into the stall, I set R's fold-up seat on the potty, sat her down on it and the darn thing auto-flushed on her. She totally freaked out and refused to try again. This meant no cookie and therefore no latte for Mommy either. Grr.
She managed to hold it in until we got home, and ever since then she has refused to use a potty other than the one at home. This morning Ben took her to shul (while I was home sick with a nasty cold) and he tried twice. No go. She freaked out again. She held it for FOUR HOURS from the time they left until they got home. Of course, she then did a huge pee in the potty, followed shortly after by a big poop. Yay, Rachel? Nope.... about 20 minutes later, she yelled that she needed to go potty but she was soaking already. She still managed to pee a lot more in the potty right after that.
Later this afternoon Ben took her out to Wonderscope where she refused twice to use the potty and ended up peeing in her pants. Grr. She has told me that she will use potties at home, pre-school (they have small ones) and at Grandma & Grandpa's house in Toronto next week.
A friend of mine has suggested putting post-it notes over the sensor so the potty can't "see" her. I'll give it a try, although it's getting her in the stall and on the seat in the first place that's the problem now. :(
On the bright side, the more times Rachel pees in her clothes, the more cute clothes she gets to wear. Hahahahahaha. I guess we'll pack her entire wardrobe for our trip.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
A lesson in parenting (subtitled "never say never")
Those of you who know me well know that I should never say never. Here's a short of list of things I have said that I would never do:
*have children (although admittedly this was always followed up with something regarding something we are fortunate enough to not be dealing with. Is that cryptic enough for you, Mom?)
*live in the United States (no offense to all my American friends, really!!!)
*"settle" for teaching private lessons and free-lancing rather than have some great orchestral job somewhere
More recently, I have had the thought that I would like to say that I would never bribe my child. HA. Here's how our day went today re. Rachel & the potty:
Rachel successfully used the potty on and off all morning. In order to get out of rocking time at Kindermusik, she even told Ben that she had to go! (She later told me that Kindermusik is not for sleeping, she sleeps at home. Hehe.)
She said that she didn't need to go when we dropped off Ben, and she didn't. About 15 minutes later in the car, she told me that she was wet. So I pulled over at the nearest stopping place, which oh so conveniently happened to be the parking lot of US Toy. I went around to Rachel's door, opened it, and checked her. She was dry. Little rat. I told her that I was NOT impressed, and got back in the car.
Immediately following this, Rachel was informed that she needed to stay dry until we got home in about 20 minutes. If she wet her pants, there would be no Heffalump movie. Well, you wouldn't believe how well that worked! She talked all the way home about staying dry so she could watch the Heffalump movie. It worked later on when we went to Target. I think I'm onto something. ;)
*have children (although admittedly this was always followed up with something regarding something we are fortunate enough to not be dealing with. Is that cryptic enough for you, Mom?)
*live in the United States (no offense to all my American friends, really!!!)
*"settle" for teaching private lessons and free-lancing rather than have some great orchestral job somewhere
More recently, I have had the thought that I would like to say that I would never bribe my child. HA. Here's how our day went today re. Rachel & the potty:
Rachel successfully used the potty on and off all morning. In order to get out of rocking time at Kindermusik, she even told Ben that she had to go! (She later told me that Kindermusik is not for sleeping, she sleeps at home. Hehe.)
She said that she didn't need to go when we dropped off Ben, and she didn't. About 15 minutes later in the car, she told me that she was wet. So I pulled over at the nearest stopping place, which oh so conveniently happened to be the parking lot of US Toy. I went around to Rachel's door, opened it, and checked her. She was dry. Little rat. I told her that I was NOT impressed, and got back in the car.
Immediately following this, Rachel was informed that she needed to stay dry until we got home in about 20 minutes. If she wet her pants, there would be no Heffalump movie. Well, you wouldn't believe how well that worked! She talked all the way home about staying dry so she could watch the Heffalump movie. It worked later on when we went to Target. I think I'm onto something. ;)
Monday, November 13, 2006
When I grow up...
"When I grow up I want to be a princess," Rachel told me today in Nordstrom. She followed that up with, "And I also want to be a baseball player."
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I forgot
I forgot to add a cute Rachel quote to the previous entry.
Yesterday I left her half-naked for part of the day because I was angry that she had pooped in her underwear. Shortly after this happened, she came running up to me and said, "Mommy, my tummy is dripping!"
Yesterday I left her half-naked for part of the day because I was angry that she had pooped in her underwear. Shortly after this happened, she came running up to me and said, "Mommy, my tummy is dripping!"
Update (it's long!)
Today Rachel went to the potty NINE times and pooped in her underwear once. Mind you, she did not ask to go to the potty at all, but she didn't really fight us when we told her that it was time to go at home. Ben had to bribe her to get her to use the potty at Target so Rachel is now the proud owner of Baby Cinderella. However, since she waited about 2.5 hours before giving in and going, hmm... I think she has more control than she lets on!
This afternoon we spent some time browsing and playing in Barnes & Noble. Rachel wouldn't use the potty there, but on the way home I was pretty convinced that she had to go, so I kept asking. Sure enough, she said that she did. So we stopped at Borders (another bookstore), promising that she could play with the Backyardigans after she used the potty. Well, wouldn't you know it, she was very successful very quickly! Hehe. Even better, she didn't ask to take the Backyardigans home with her. It wouldn't have worked anyhow. Maybe she knew that.
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Last week was rather eventful. On Thurs. Nov.2, Rachel was diagnosed with scabies. On Nov.1, she woke up with what looked like a bunch of bug (spider?) bites all over her hands. Not wanting to freak out (and quite frankly, not wanting to pay for a doctor's visit - don't even get me started on American health "care"!!), we put a bit of cream on that was supposed to help with bug bites, and we didn't worry too much. The next morning, the bites had turned to reddish blisters and they looked nasty. We got in to see the doctor right away, and received our oh-so-lovely diagnosis.
The treatment? Oh, nothing complicated. Just slather a prescription insecticide cream all over Rachel's body (chin down) at night and leave it on her for 8-12 hours. We used packing tape to tape gloves on her hands. Poor kid. We actually waited until she was asleep and then sneaked in to do the cream. She did wake up but she was so tired that she didn't/couldn't protest much. In the morning, I opened her door to see her sitting up grinning, with the gloves on the floor. I am choosing to believe that she somehow ripped them off when she woke up. I would prefer not to think that she might have sucked insecticide off of her thumb all night.
She's basically all better now. Or so we hope. Since it's a parasitic bug, it was in her system for a month or so before symptoms appeared, or so said the doctor. I washed pretty much everything we own on HOT water, and vacuumed all of the furniture as well as the carpets, so I'm hoping that we are now free of scabies. I guess it's not a very common disease. Out of 120 people on my parenting forum, only 2 of them have kids who have had scabies. Rachel just likes to be different. From her umbilical cord infection at almost 2 weeks to scabies at 2.5, nothing should surprise me anymore.
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We also had a visit from Grandma, Grandpa & Bubbie Faye last week, right during the scabies epidemic. Rachel enjoyed playing with her relatives - who wouldn't love all of the the attention she got?!? Of course, Rachel was thrilled that Bubbie brought her Franklin books. Even better, Franklin taught Rachel a good lesson. In one of the books, Franklin and the Thunderstorm, Franklin starts off afraid of thunder, lightning and storms, but he ends up losing his fear by the end of the story. Today we were talking about how Rachel used to think that public potties were scary places, and now she doesn't really think that anymore. She piped up and said, "It's like the thunderstorm." And people wonder why we're thinking about homeschooling!??!
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Rachel and I have been having some very interesting discussions lately. We've been talking about the Shema* and what it means. We say it in Hebrew, then in English. One night, I was silly enough to follow it up by asking, "How many Gods are there?"
Mom - "How many Gods are there, Rachel?"
R - "One!"
Mom - *thinks to herself that Rachel gets it* *proud parent moment*
R - "And his name is Cantor Rob!!!"
Mom - *smacks head*
The next night:
Mom (who obviously doesn't learn quickly) - "How many Gods are there, Rachel?"
R - "Two!"
Mom - "TWO!?!?!"
R - "First there's Cantor Rob and then there's Rabbi Cohen!"
Mom *thinks she has nothing to lose at this point* - "Well, what about Rabbi Katz?"
R - "Silly Mom! Rabbis aren't cats!"
Mom *smacks head again while Dad collapses in hysterical laughter*
Next night after the Shema:
Mom - "Goodnight, Rachel."
*This is recited by Jews upon waking and before going to sleep. It means "Hear O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One."
This afternoon we spent some time browsing and playing in Barnes & Noble. Rachel wouldn't use the potty there, but on the way home I was pretty convinced that she had to go, so I kept asking. Sure enough, she said that she did. So we stopped at Borders (another bookstore), promising that she could play with the Backyardigans after she used the potty. Well, wouldn't you know it, she was very successful very quickly! Hehe. Even better, she didn't ask to take the Backyardigans home with her. It wouldn't have worked anyhow. Maybe she knew that.
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Last week was rather eventful. On Thurs. Nov.2, Rachel was diagnosed with scabies. On Nov.1, she woke up with what looked like a bunch of bug (spider?) bites all over her hands. Not wanting to freak out (and quite frankly, not wanting to pay for a doctor's visit - don't even get me started on American health "care"!!), we put a bit of cream on that was supposed to help with bug bites, and we didn't worry too much. The next morning, the bites had turned to reddish blisters and they looked nasty. We got in to see the doctor right away, and received our oh-so-lovely diagnosis.
The treatment? Oh, nothing complicated. Just slather a prescription insecticide cream all over Rachel's body (chin down) at night and leave it on her for 8-12 hours. We used packing tape to tape gloves on her hands. Poor kid. We actually waited until she was asleep and then sneaked in to do the cream. She did wake up but she was so tired that she didn't/couldn't protest much. In the morning, I opened her door to see her sitting up grinning, with the gloves on the floor. I am choosing to believe that she somehow ripped them off when she woke up. I would prefer not to think that she might have sucked insecticide off of her thumb all night.
She's basically all better now. Or so we hope. Since it's a parasitic bug, it was in her system for a month or so before symptoms appeared, or so said the doctor. I washed pretty much everything we own on HOT water, and vacuumed all of the furniture as well as the carpets, so I'm hoping that we are now free of scabies. I guess it's not a very common disease. Out of 120 people on my parenting forum, only 2 of them have kids who have had scabies. Rachel just likes to be different. From her umbilical cord infection at almost 2 weeks to scabies at 2.5, nothing should surprise me anymore.
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We also had a visit from Grandma, Grandpa & Bubbie Faye last week, right during the scabies epidemic. Rachel enjoyed playing with her relatives - who wouldn't love all of the the attention she got?!? Of course, Rachel was thrilled that Bubbie brought her Franklin books. Even better, Franklin taught Rachel a good lesson. In one of the books, Franklin and the Thunderstorm, Franklin starts off afraid of thunder, lightning and storms, but he ends up losing his fear by the end of the story. Today we were talking about how Rachel used to think that public potties were scary places, and now she doesn't really think that anymore. She piped up and said, "It's like the thunderstorm." And people wonder why we're thinking about homeschooling!??!
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Rachel and I have been having some very interesting discussions lately. We've been talking about the Shema* and what it means. We say it in Hebrew, then in English. One night, I was silly enough to follow it up by asking, "How many Gods are there?"
Mom - "How many Gods are there, Rachel?"
R - "One!"
Mom - *thinks to herself that Rachel gets it* *proud parent moment*
R - "And his name is Cantor Rob!!!"
Mom - *smacks head*
The next night:
Mom (who obviously doesn't learn quickly) - "How many Gods are there, Rachel?"
R - "Two!"
Mom - "TWO!?!?!"
R - "First there's Cantor Rob and then there's Rabbi Cohen!"
Mom *thinks she has nothing to lose at this point* - "Well, what about Rabbi Katz?"
R - "Silly Mom! Rabbis aren't cats!"
Mom *smacks head again while Dad collapses in hysterical laughter*
Next night after the Shema:
Mom - "Goodnight, Rachel."
*This is recited by Jews upon waking and before going to sleep. It means "Hear O Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One."
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Rachel Funnies
This morning as we were driving to Kindermusik, we passed a huge flock of birds. Rachel noticed and commented on them:
"There are birds walking on the ground. And birds flying in the air. Good jobs, those are good jobs for the birds."
Ben and I both burst out laughing. She's just so cute sometimes, we can't help it! (and nope, we're not at all biased, are we?)
This afternoon Rachel and I went shopping in Independence while Ben was at classes. I love the mall there because it literally has every store I would want to go to all in one place! It also has a great childrens' play area. Rachel was in and out of the stroller depending on the store and her mood. When we reached the Disney store, Rachel was very excited. She kept telling me about all the things I was going to buy for her. Ha. I had promised her last week that once she started using the potty I would take her to the Disney store to choose a special cup. So we went to look at the fancy cups. The ones that Rachel liked were tumblers with straw/lid and a snow globe at the bottom.
At first she wanted Ariel. Then Aurora. Then Tinkerbell. She finally settled on Tinkerbell when I told her that she could only have one cup. Then she proceeded to tell me that DAD wanted a Belle cup and that we had to get one for DAD. I don't think so.
"There are birds walking on the ground. And birds flying in the air. Good jobs, those are good jobs for the birds."
Ben and I both burst out laughing. She's just so cute sometimes, we can't help it! (and nope, we're not at all biased, are we?)
This afternoon Rachel and I went shopping in Independence while Ben was at classes. I love the mall there because it literally has every store I would want to go to all in one place! It also has a great childrens' play area. Rachel was in and out of the stroller depending on the store and her mood. When we reached the Disney store, Rachel was very excited. She kept telling me about all the things I was going to buy for her. Ha. I had promised her last week that once she started using the potty I would take her to the Disney store to choose a special cup. So we went to look at the fancy cups. The ones that Rachel liked were tumblers with straw/lid and a snow globe at the bottom.
At first she wanted Ariel. Then Aurora. Then Tinkerbell. She finally settled on Tinkerbell when I told her that she could only have one cup. Then she proceeded to tell me that DAD wanted a Belle cup and that we had to get one for DAD. I don't think so.
Halloween
So we did end up taking Rachel trick or treating last night, although Ben and I are fairly certain that we won't be doing it again. We got into a discussion about how it's totally not a Jewish holiday, and if we're planning on keeping a kosher household then how is it rational or reasonable to send our kid begging at strangers' doors for candy!?!? Rachel would still get to dress up for Purim in the spring, so it's not like she'd be losing a dress-up opportunity. In fact, I'm hoping that her elephant costume will still fit her in March!
In any case, Rachel did love trick or treating. She refused to say "trick or treat" but she politely said thank you at every house, and she said "yes" whenever she was asked if she wanted another candy. When we got home, I told Rachel that she could have one treat tonight. I left soon after for my choir rehearsal. When I got home, I found out that Rachel tried to trick Ben into giving her another treat:
R - "Dad, I want another treat."
Ben - "No, you already had one. That's all for tonight."
R - "Want YOU to have a treat."
Ben thinks this is pretty generous so he agrees, and starts sorting through the options.
Ben - "Can I have this?"
R - "No."
Ben - "This?"
R - "No."
Ben - "This."
R - "Want Dad to SHARE it with me!"
HA!
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