It was inevitable. Time for my mom's annual Halloween dinner. You may remember LAST YEAR'S debacle. This year she tried to tone it down for those with a more "sensitive palate." Did it work? I don't know. Look at that face. Those are tears...ACTUAL TEARS...from thinking about eating the food. Now, to my mom's credit, it was all, well...mostly normal food. We just made the mistake of telling Amelia the NAMES of the food. She wrote the name tags. It was all over for her at that point.
So, in the order they came up on my flash card, I present our dinner.
Ear wax on a Q-tip
Boogers on a stick
My mom has a spider that hangs on her calendar. Every time you make a loud noise, it drops and shakes and climbs back up. Lucy attacks it EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Kill the spider!