Not so happy halloween

Unfortunately things don't alway go as planned. Several factors played into our not-so-fun night of horrors. I would say the evening was only 50% successful. It started with a fever for William the day before. I knew he was sick when he went back to bed after church. He spent the next 24 hours there.

Flash forward to Halloween night.....we were already down one, but still hoped for the best. I helped pull together costumes for the other three, who were beyond excited. This is where my lack of planning comes into play....and might have contributed to the downfall of the other 1/4.

Anna's costume was set.

She and Sydney were siamese twins.

John still had not decided what he wanted to be,

but happily took over William's costume as a

"cheesy" guy with a brostache.

This left David.

He really wanted to be a kid that had been run over by a car. I actually think he was trying to repeat John's character from last year - a kid in a "car" accident. Since the crutches were too big, and we couldn't find the broken bloody arm, not to mention he doesn't have any ripped up clothes, I felt it was going to be too difficult to it pull off. He was disappointed, but we negotiated "the wounded army man". I thought he looked great, and he seemed pleased with the appropriate amount of blood and gore applied to his face.

At six o'clock, the healthy Powell's headed to a neighbor's house for pizza. Then, the dads would lead the way as the crew conquered the neighborhood house by house. My job, this year, was to pass out the candy. So while all of this was going on.....David decided that his cute pumpkin bag, he has used for years, was a little too babyish for his manly war costume. He made the command decision to go home to get his pillow case instead. This is where is gets hairy. Dave didn't get the message about David and I completely missed him, as he went in a different door.

Twenty minutes later.....

David walks in the front door, pillow case empty and bursts into tears. Apparently, he couldn't find Daddy and had spent the last half hour looking for his family and friends, before giving up and thankfully heading home. Poor little guy. I called Dave and asked if he was missing anyone? In the chaos of Stonebrook Halloween madness, he hadn't realized our little war hero was MIA.

In the end, David was able to trick-or-treat for a bit. I think the novelty had worn off and when the crew passed by the house again, he decided to call it a night. John and Anna continued their quest to get the most candy possible within a 2 hour timeframe. Like I said, a 50% success rate.