How did your little pumpkins fare during last night’s rush to land the chocolate mother load? My little monkey made it through the night just fine. It was this morning when the nightmare began—2:28 A.M. to be exact. That’s when the goodies my daughter devoured the night before wanted out of her tummy and back into her Hello Kitty trick-or-treat bucket. I’ll spare you the gory details, but, no, her current ailment was not brought on by the few pieces of Halloween candy she ate; she also has a 103-degree fever, chills and body aches so chock this one up to a virus.
Needless to say, today was not a pretty picture. However, the shots I captured of her last night, hopefully, will develop into some real winners. I would venture to guess other parents share my sentiments. In fact, there has got to be at least a few thousand other moms out there today who are either extremely satisfied with the images they captured of their little monsters, or extremely disappointed that the clarity of their shots were compromised due to poor lighting.
I’m not sure what your neighborhood looked like last night, but the areas we hit were swarming with snap happy parents. TMZ, X17, and the National Enquirer have nothing on the moms and dads (okay, mostly moms) we came across as we took our little monkey door-to-door. If any of the 3-to 10-year-old kids that were cruising around our cul-de-sac ever hit it big time they will have no problem adjusting to life in the media spotlight. One group of moms (and their respective cutie pies) in particular made a point to take shots of their Disney-fied little guys at each and every house they approached for candy. And it wasn’t just one camera wielding mom taking one group shot, it was the entire lot of them—-four moms with four separate cameras–cajoling the group of costumed cuties to say “cheese” after they received their candy from the respective homeowner. They were hard to miss, but what really grabbed my attention was the mega-wattage being emitted from their cameras. For a split second I thought there really was some one famous strolling down the street. Either that or a UFO was planning to land on the street.
Turns out it was just an attack of the parental paparazzi.
How many shots did you take of your little ghosts and goblins last night?