I had one job, ONE JOB, for the church Halloween carnival. I was to run the duck pond game. It leaked. There was a water situation. So I did what any reasonable person would do. I looked at my husband and said, “You should do something about that.” And left.
This. This is what my kid managed to get as his haul from the Halloween carnival. Obviously, I have completely and totally failed at explaining the true meaning of Halloween: fetching chocolate for your mother.