Halloween with a severely food allergic child is a delicate proposition. You want your kid to enjoy the holiday and feel included, but at the same time you're always squinting at their loot, scouting for the Snickers and the Baby Ruths that, for your family, might as well be little hand grenades.
We trick-or-treated at four houses tonight. That was one up from last year, where we knew all three families well and had informed them that we'd be coming. Tonight's new house was a wild card. We know the couple who lives there but hadn't explained to them Fruit Bat's food issues.
We were greeted at the door with a huge bowl of peanut-laden candy bars. Fruit Bat and Kitty Cat each took one and I instituted a trade-in policy, where they got to hand over the explosives for Skittles or Starburst.
It worked well and Fruit Bat handled it beautifully. I'm so proud of my guy, with how aware he's becoming of his dietary limitations. At the same time, I wither a little each time he has to eat his own cupcake (granted, its the best damn cupcake in the place...I make sure of that) at a birthday party.
I really hope beyond hope that researchers are able to come up with a treatment someday, so Fruit Bat and other kids like him don't have the weight of anaphylaxsis on their skinny little shoulders.