This month I've decided to post every day. Please don't faint. Since I don't have enough original things to write about (hence the desertish nature of my blog lately), I've decided to ask a new question every day this month and hope that I get answers. I have questions; you have answers.
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I have no connection to the concept of All Hallow's Eve, being a nice Jewish girl, so Halloween for me has always been about costumes and candy. I grew up in a generic NJ suburb, in a neighborhood with bunches of kids -- fertile hunting ground for candy pickings on Halloween. Most of the time my brother and I trick-or-treated on our own, then with friends as we grew older. Our costumes came mostly from stuff around the house. I remember being a black cat (black leotard, black tights, aluminum foil tail / ears, and whiskers drawn on with eyeliner), a giraffe (my mom made that one from an old blanket), and a doctor (my dad snitched scrubs, mask, and hat from the hospital). My brother and I would typically circle the block, ringing doorbells and chanting "Trick or treat, Smell my feet, Gimme something good to eat". We'd come home with a haul of candy.
The typical post-trick-or-treating activity involved dumping out the sack and sorting the candy. There was the stuff neither of us would touch (Almond Joys, Mounds, taffy, Baby Ruth), candy we liked but would be willing to trade (sweet tarts, licorice, peanut M&M's) and the keepers (Milky Ways, Snickers, Hershey bars, regular M&M's...). There might be a flurry of trading, we'd get to eat a piece or two, then it was brush teeth and off to bed.
Strangely enough, the amounts in our candy bags always seemed to drop more quickly than expected. Mind you, I never caught them at it or had any proof, but I am positive that my parents helped themselves after we were in bed. More than once.
TheHusband has consistently snitched from ThePinkThing's candy haul since she started trick-or-treating. I have taken a piece or two, I will admit, but not many, not like TH. Is it really okay to decimate your kid's Halloween candy stash? (glares at TheHusband)
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No.
I can't really type very well right now because my fingers are all sticky from the 7th candy I snitched today! mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ill-gotton candy....yummy!
And hey, I'm doing TPH a favor by reducing her potential intake of sugars, high-fructose corn syrup and the like. So in a way, I'm doing it for HER! and our country by limiting childhood obesity!
P.S. How was the Bit-o-honey from last night?
(Yes, I'm still Herman X until I can find a TheHusband email account)
Bad Husband. I'm telling on you later, and then you'll experience the wrath of TPT.
And don't start with me on the Bit-O-Honey from last night. I asked TPT if I could have it, and she said yes. Humph.
And we all know TPT counts all her candy...
I think my dad used to snitch a Snickers or two from us. But he'd ask first.
Only if it's been at least 2 weeks, and it's something she has a lot of and doesn't care about.
I usually don't have a prob w/Nora giving me stuff if I ask, though.
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