I don’t really know what All Saint’s Day is, other than it is the day after Halloween and, hence, today. But I can assure that what is going on in my house does not qualify as saintly behavior. All Saint’s Day, I’ve been stealing my daughter’s candy haul. I’m either lucky or unlucky that she is not yet two and a half and forgot about her bag of booty, which is now going straight to my booty.
It’s funny how many stories come out around Halloween that warn of the evils of candy for kids. Rarely, do you hear mention of adults like me, who have less willpower than their own children and resort to breaking one of the Ten Commandments to partake in its sinful lusciousness. I rationalize that it's better that I binge-eat all that sugar than my growing, developing and beautiful little girl...but rationalizing is just another sign of my sickness, really.
Recently, I read about parents who are creating an elaborate ritual to get rid of the bounty of trick or treating altogether. Kids leave their candy outside by the jack o'lantern on Halloween night, and the Great Pumpkin comes to pick it up and replaces it with a toy.
George and I thought about trying this strategy when Claire is a little older. I have to wonder, though...Do parents really have the willpower to throw the candy away after the switcheroo? I do not trust myself with chocolate temptation.
Just like it is now, I am positive that a secret stash of candy would be hidden in the back of a dark kitchen cabinet and consumed in private with the trail of wrappers carefully concealed.
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