La folle journée de Ferris Bueller. (aka Roman's Day Off)

So this is how our Halloween was supposed to go: we wake up on Sunday and have coffee at the neighbor's house. Go celebrate Reformation Day at church. Lunch at our usual place. Kill an hour at the bookstore. Back to church for our Financial Peace discussion group. Pot Roast and pumpkin carving at home. Dress up and go get candy. Return home and use candy to bribe the kids into the shower. Sugar crash around 9pm. Watch the Rangers open up a can on the Giants.

Here is how our Halloween actually went: Walter got up with the kids and when I woke up, he told me that Roman threw up. He refused breakfast and was resting upstairs. Walter and Chloe went to coffee at the neighbors'. Roman stayed home while I showered.
I went out to check on him before I washed up and he was sitting in the floor. "Come give me a hug, buddy," I said. "No! I want to go to sleep, Mommy," he replied. "Okay. Do you want to sleep in your bed or on the couch?" I asked.
"I want to sleep in the TV room," he whined.
"Okay. Do you want to watch TV?"
"Yeah, but it's not on."
"Oh, did Daddy not put it on for you? What do you want to watch?" I asked sweetly.
"You pick," he grumped. "Just put somefin on, Mommy."

So I showered and Walter came home and I went to coffee and then Chloe and I went to church. Afterward, she couldn't decide what she wanted for lunch, so I stopped and got some chicken and brought it home. Roman was asleep and running a low-grade fever. We started a pot roast and cleaned up the kitchen a bit. Chloe and I went back to church for our meeting and came home to Roman still drowsy on the couch. He had thrown up again. We ate pot roast and carved our pumpkin and baked some Halloween cookies.

We got our first trick or treaters as Chloe and I were starting to put her costume on. Roman started bawling, "I don't want to leave out Halloween!" he sobbed. So I told him what any mother with a sick child would say: "Okay buddy, lets get your costume on." We had left his lizzard costume at Grammy's house, so the only thing we had in the costume box that fit him was a little vampire outfit. I snapped some quick pictures, and put the kids in the wagon and headed out to get candy.
 

Roman knocked on three doors with Chloe, but just wanted to ride in the wagon after that. Chloe was so so sweet; she asked each house for an extra candy for her sick brother, then came back and put it in Roman's bucket. Chloe lasted three streets before she asked to quit, so hopped in the wagon and we headed home.

Roman was easy to get to bed right when we got home.  Chloe needed to be bribed with some baseball on TV and a piece of candy from her bag.

The next morning, I was duped by my very own little Ferris Bueller. Roman moaned, "Mommy, I still don't feel very good," as I was still half asleep and tired from watching the Rangers win the night before.  "Okay, buddy, I'll stay home with you today."  So I sent him upstairs to rest and I got up and washed my face.  I put on a movie after Walter and Chloe went out the door. I dozed off again, but when the movie was over, Roman bonked me on the head and said, "Mommy!  I got all my throw up out yesterday.  Can we go to the ma-zeeum?"  And he bounced off the walls from that point until after dinner.  The child was very much not sick.  One day, that kid is going to learn to fake a fever and I'm going to fall for it too.  Just hope he doesn't take my Ferrari out for a joyride with his friends.