Elizabeth made lots of plans for Halloween night, most of which we vetoed. But in the end, her health dictated that she not go out at all on this night. She still can't seem to shake a cold she's been battling... okay, she hasn't even really tried to get over it... and so she had to remain at home.
After watching me run back and forth to the door about a million times to dole out candy to the little ones (and not so little ones) I asked her to take over.
"Okay, but what do I do?"
How on earth did she ever get to be 17?