Okay so my eldest B1 wanted to go trick or treating. Its an American tradition I tried to explain. I don’t do Halloween and neither does daddy. B1 was not happy. All the other S are going to a Halloween party and they are having a dressed up house he whinged as he went to school yesterday. I was going not going to go trick or treating I was standing firm but perhaps I could do a special treat. I let them stay up and watch shrekless whilst I whipped up some spooky cupcakes. I thought it would be fabulous I thought I would reign supreme…ah nup. B1 and B2 where scared shrekless of the Shrek Halloween special on the Tv running back and forth to the kitchen and my cupcakes well as I’m not a baker (despite it being a very yummy Donna hay cupcake mix) they where a disaster. B1 knew this he could tell, he is going to be the cook out of his brothers but the other two licked and munched their way through my very undercooked cupcakes. It was a hilarious effort however as I tucked babies into bed B2 whispered in my ear that was the best Halloween ever.
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