A week or so when I started this horrible project of making a Dr. Horrible Lab coat for Boy's halloween costume, he peeked into the room and informed me that next year he would be to old for trick-or-treating. I was sad, but I still got to dress him like a little Dr. Horrible so I was dealing (mostly).
Tonight he came in and asked if he could go trick-or-treating with his friend on Friday. I said yes, but when he left I cried like a big baby. I'm taking this harder than when he stopped believing in Santa Claus. What's wrong with me?
2 days ago