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November 09, 2013


That is similar to the conversation and reaction I had with my oldest at Easter this past year. Only I told her the Easter Bunny retrieved any uneaten candy and left a toy or book. Her response was that "it had better be a nice one or I'm gonna kick his butt". She was four.

Also I have a couple friends like that. We hardly see each other, barely talk, and yet when we finally do connect it's like we never miss a beat. But wine and conversation flow freely and I feel both horrid (wine) and content (conversation) the next day.

Apparently, there is this something called the Switch Witch who will swap your candy for a small prize.

However, in our house, they can pick 20 pieces of their favs and dad takes the rest to work so mommy won't get fat.

We have something similar to the switch witch called the Pumpkin Fairy. You leave all but 10 pieces of *your* favorite candy out Halloween night and the Pumpkin Fairy replaces all the candy with a highly desirable toy. ( like a Furby. Shutter).

This might make more sense if I hadn't been up late with my best friend Pinot Grigio and if Auto Correct wasn't a whore.

I love the fact how it was your (almost) teen-age son that was reprimanding you and your friend at the lateness of the hour, rather than the other way around.

Love the title. There is a parody about feeling 32 that went around my Facebook feed for awhile, not sure if there is one for 42. :)

I think the Pixie Village is located in my stomach. Please don't reveal this to Caroline.

These stories about the afterlife of Halloween candy are great! Now we buy it the day after at half-price and try to not eat it all in one sitting:) The visit with your friend is the perfect way to catch up when time is short.

The pain (and Cheerios dust) was only temporary, but the wonderful memories will last forever.

At our house all the Halloween candy that hasn't been eaten in a week goes to Daddy's teaching assistants. Graduate students can demolish a pile of candy faster than any pixies.

A propos of an earlier posting of yours, see the cartoon on p. 50 of the Oct. 21 New Yorker. A mother and daughter are looking at the window of a store displaying Halloween costumes. Daughter to mother: "I want to be whichever Disney princess is the most bad-assed." Sound familiar?

When I wish upon a star, I wish for a little like Caroline. And Patrick. And Edward. I would die laughing all day every day.

... can I borrow your littles instead of having my own? :)

Halloween candy hangs around until about the Sunday after a full week has passed (so it ranges from a week to about a week and a half), then it gets brought into my office. In the interim they get about 3 pieces a day - enough to feel decadent, but not really a lot since the pieces tend to be pretty small.

This year's haul was smaller, plus with my son's egg allergy we weed out a lot of unlabeled candy, so there wasn't actually much left after our "binge" period had passed.

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