A Soggy, Sticky, Smiley Tiger
October 31st, 2011
Tonight was our first “real” Halloween with a child old enough to know that saying “tick or treat” will yield candy. It rained, of course. Most of my memories of Halloween as a child involve rain. Sometimes snow. It’s tradition. It didn’t slow us down, though apparently the other neighborhood kids are made of less stern stuff because we didn’t get a single tick-or-treator at our house. Not one. (Being at the bottom of a steep hill probably doesn’t help.)
The dearth of kids may have also explained the phenomenon whereby we visited exactly six houses, but managed to come home with a couple pounds of candy.
Seriously. One woman literally gave Miss Mouse three big handfuls of mini-chocolate bars. Egad. We let her eat three and she carefully selected M&M;’s, a Kit Kat and a Baby Ruth. Of them, she really only liked the M&M;’s.
Buggie thought perhaps he needed candy as well, but he was wrong. Poor little dinosaur.
The quandary for tomorrow is this: what to do with the extra candy? I’m not gonna let Miss Mouse eat all of that, even if she does space it out over a few days. Our current plan is to be matter of fact — candy is for Halloween and Halloween is now over. Thus the candy is gone. Life goes on.
Maybe I can offload the remainder at work…