I had to send Israel out for more candy just now … the trick-or-treaters are EATING ALL MINE! And I need it, because my baby ended her day with a 100.4 temperature. It's her first temp ever, and so Mama is a little freaked out and sad. So, ten more KitKats? YES PLEASE (and I have a feeling that by the end of the night I'm going to be chucking my stapler into some poor kid's candy bag. That is unless they do not read my sign about NOT ringing the doorbell. Then? They might get dog poop).