hello, my little candy girl.

Confession: I went to BJ’s yesterday to buy Halloween candy.

Bags of candy behind laptopYou might be thinking, “Confession? Halloween is a week away. That’s just good common sense!” But it’s not good common sense. Not in this house. I put seven whole days between those bags of candy and that holiday. Just this morning, Andy opened up the bag of Wonka candy and threw a handful into his lunch. I can’t stop eyeing the two bags of Funtastic Tootsie Roll Favorites that lurk behind the screen of my laptop as I type this post. And the 52oz bag of mini Twix, Snickers, Milkway Midnight, Milkway and 3 Musketeers haunted both of our dreams last night.

If I were a betting man, I’d bet that the $40 of candy sitting on our table right now will be gone by the end of this weekend. Because when it comes to candy, folks, the adults living in this house have NO self-control. I say the adults because Maddie doesn’t touch the stuff. We’re actually putting off having her try candy for as long as possible, not because it’s bad for your teeth (who cares, she doesn’t have any anyway!), but because candy is like drugs. Or Pringles. Once you pop, the fun don’t stop. No it does not. The girl doesn’t know what she’s missing. Yet. And that’s exactly how we want to keep it.

But come next week, when our little baby Jack-O-Lantern steps out our door, out of the safe zone, and runs up to our neighbors house and says, “MAMAddddblrrrrgggg MER IIIIIIIIIIdidit!” aka “Trick or Treat!” I don’t think there will be any looking back. And I’ll finally say (in an extremely spooky voice) what I’ve wanted to say to her since the day she was born: “Hello, my little candy girl. Welcome to the dark side. Now give Mommy all your Reeses.”

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