Kiefer and I always take a “cut” of Boo’s and Radley’s candy on Halloween night.
Because I feel guilty, my cut is about 5 pieces from each boy, and it’s dark chocolate or candy that they don’t like. For Boo, that meant Almond Joys, and for Radley, that meant Milky Way Darks. I love both.
Kiefer, on the other hand, takes a greater percentage. And over the next couple weeks, he also gradually sneaks a handful or two to take to work.
Upon inspection of all their candy, we found about 6 full-size candy bars in each bag. What the…. I NEVER got a full-size candy bar in all my years of trick-r-treating.
This Halloween I met one kid who deserved a full-size candy bar…and it wasn’t because he had an amazing costume.
Our neighbors set up a Yard Haunt. It’s a miniwalk through their yard to the front door. Scary guys in costume jump out at you. We hear a lot of screaming, and we enjoy it because we’re awful people who take pleasure in the screams of others.
One boy skipped the Yard Haunt, and we felt scream-deprived. So when he came to our porch, this happened:
Kiefer: I’ll give you extra candy if you go next door.
Kid: I’m not doing that! It’s too scary! Last year, I pooped my pants!
That kid, and only that kid, deserved a full-size candy bar on Halloween.
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