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Saturday

The girls are cleaning their room. If they were to do it right, they would be there in their room for the next five days or so. It's not dirty, it's just messy, as only little girls can be. They fling their stuffed animals and toys all over the place. Their clothes are pulled from drawers and tossed onto the floor as they search for just the right ensemble for second grade. You can never be too careful in your clothing choices. At any rate, they are doing this amazing feat without complaint and do you want to know why? Because I promised to take them to the pool this morning if they did so.

Nothing lights a fire under them faster than the promise of chlorine laced water.

So I'll go play with them and this time hubby wishes to stay home and get some things done around here. He too them to the carnival last night, I'll take them to the pool this morning. Tag team parenting. It works.

Tonight there is the Trunk or Treat at our church for the kiddies. Everyone goes with their vehicles (hence the trunks, or boots for my across the pond readers) and the kids put on their Halloween costumes and go beggging for candy. Just what they need. TWO nights of unbridled sugar-driven mania.

yawn I think I'll go hide under the covers.

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  1. Anonymous6:47 PM

    I saw a sign at a church for Trunk or Treat ... I didn't know what it meant. Now I can sleep tonight :)

    Thanks for dropping by my blog - come back any time :)

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  2. Unknown11:13 PM

    I'm always glad to hear that something I've written has put someone to sleep. :grin:

    Thanks for the visit.

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