I told the twins that exactly one week after Halloween all candy disappears.
Caroline immediately flipped on her tears and wobbled her lip and wailed, "You're taking away our caa-aaandy?"
I shrugged and told her it has nothing to do with me; it's just the way it is. One week and then >POOF!< Gone.
Edward asked what happens to the candy and I said I wasn't sure but I think that Halloween pixies collect it and then use it to build their woodland candy cottages. He was amused. Caroline was annoyed.
She said, "Well! If I ever see any of those pixies I am going to step on them and eat their village."
Meanwhile my best friend from childhood and high school and forever was in town and extended her business trip for a night so she could come out to see me. Steve is at the farm and the kids went to bed, leaving us alone and free to drink one, two, many glasses of wine and talk talk talk. Which we did until Patrick emerged from his room, leaned over the railing and croaked, "It's three-thirty in the morning. Go to bed!"
I was shocked. I haven't stayed up that late in a decade and to my beloved Carrie who had to leave at 7 to catch her flight all I can say is ouch and I'm sorry and hey remember that time we overserved ourselves and stayed up much too late and felt awful the next day... ?
So for the second time in a week the twins watched TV all day while I dozed underneath them on the couch. This time, though, I woke up covered in Cheerios dust rather than candy.
Go pixies. But be careful, Caroline is looking for you.