Trick or Treat
Smell My Feet
Give Me Something Good to Eat
If You Don't
I Don't Care
I'll Pull Down Your Underwear.And as luck would have it, this Twerp who cannot even remember to put on underwear BEFORE he puts on his pants, picked this little chant RIGHT up. Oh happy happy joy joy. My cup runneth over.And this little precious angel was just calculating how to drop these little Twerps cause they were seriously gonna slow down and hinder her candy monopoly plans.
So as soon as we possibly could catch these spawn of ours,We threw them in the truck to have a little talk before we went Trick or Treatin. I explained how although certain things can be funny and silly on the playground or with the family, it can be rude and hurt other people's feelings. AND UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCE WERE WE TO MENTION UNDERWEAR OR FEET at any time during the evening.And if I heard those words come from ANYONE"S mouth. I would take their candy and give it to the other siblings. That made them all stop dead in their tracks. Momma just went all insane.I think the message was pretty clear. However, I forgot to calculate one small error of measure.Baby Twerp's speech impediment. As we all know through that nasty Trucker incident, BT uses F's instead of T's in his speech.
So as we knocked on the first house and subsequently EVERY HOUSE thereafter....Baby Twerp would ring the doorbell and say, "Fick or Feat"
In which then would ensue Middle Twerp saying...."Ahhhhhh...Oh no, Baby Twerp said Feet. Sorry, I gotta take all your candy."
And then I had a full WWF meltdown on my hands. AT EVERY HOUSE!
But we made it through and at 7:15 am once IJ and ET had left for her softball tournament, I was served breakfast in bed.