Day 3: It's been three days of sugar highs. This is the first year "out of sight, out of mind" has not worked with A on the candy front. This year, that Jack O'Lantern bulging with Milky Ways, Snickers and gummies seem to call to him at every waking moment of the day... and night.
"Momma, can I have a treat? A treat, Momma? A treat? A treat?"
Despite only hitting up two streets on Halloween, A finished his night with quite the supply. Candy for breakfast. Candy for lunch. Candy for dinner. Those are his requests... times two full days. And, of course, he handles it really well when I tell him no. I'm not sure I can handle a whole month of sugar highs and whines.
So, today, I sped up the process. I'm guilty. Guilty of stealing candy from my baby. One for A, two for Momma. Oh, and look, there's a Twix. Yum. Sorry, A. But, Momma has to survive your candy crashes somehow.
Apparently, stealing Halloween candy from your kid is a right of passage for parents. We coordinate costumes. We lug them up and down each street. We endure the effects of sugar rushing through their little bodies. Therefore, we deserve a bit of their loot. It makes me wonder if my own parents snagged our candy after hours? Sneaky, sneaky.
At our current rate, it appears we will finish the Halloween stash just in time for the Advent calendars to begin in December. And, then when the calendar ends, a stocking full of treats will await. That should last through January, and end on boxes of chocolate for Valentine's Day. I never before recognized the constant stream of excuses for sugar throughout the year. But, who's complaining? A loves to share, especially when he doesn't know.
Perhaps, I should reveal Operation Eat the Kids' Candy to the hubs... but, then I'd have to share. Shhh... Sorry, honey.
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