So said Luke of Perrynet as he put the finishing touches on his Halloween decorations. I can never predict how many trick-or-treaters or shoe-on-ers or whatever we’re going to get. Last year Luke counted 21. We’ll see. I don’t really care. I’m not really into it this year. I’ve got candy to hand out and the GG has done a bit of decorating. But I’ve already had one little haunted house episode this month and that was more than enough. Anyway…
A fellow blogger posted a link to an A2 Snooze article about “proactive parenting approaches” to dealing with excessive amounts of Halloween candy. (Note that I didn’t call Ms. Nall a “blahgger.” That’s because she’s a *real* writer, not just a random blatherer like yours truly. And, incidentally, she’s also a friend of Sam the Archaeologist and jcb.) grok grok. Hey, quitcher blatherin’ ‘n’ take me out fer Shoe On! Grok grok. (Shut up Froggy.) Sorry about that.
I’m sorry, but give me a break. I dunno why the A2 Snooze never seems to bother interviewing *me* about any of this stuff. Since they didn’t, I guess I’ll just have to write my own little article and post it on my own little blahg.
Halloween candy control at The Landfill:
- The kids would go out and collect all kinds of candy and crap.
- They’d come home totally exhausted and usually cold and wet (hey, this is Michigan).
- They’d empty their loot out on the floor and get down to the business of sorting it out, like
TigerMouse is doing in the picture.
- They would eat whatever they wanted pretty much *whenever* they wanted it over the next few days.
- They would lose interest and the bags of candy would subside into the shambling mounds residing in their bedrooms.
- Eventually, I would dredge it up out of the shambling mounds and move it to another location, most likely up on top of the cupboard where the liquor is.
- Around about Easter, I’d get onto another cleaning rampage (those were the days) and I’d stumble upon the by-then stale Halloween candy and THROW IT OUT.
- Nobody knew. Nobody cared.
Honest to Pete, do we have to outlaw every single last little childhood pleasure in the name of perceived safety threats, healthy eating habits and following some lamely conceived family rules? Kee-reist!
I dunno how many kids we’ll get tonight. I’m feeling pretty ho-hum about the whole thing. grok grok. Hurry up! I wanna git ou’ there! grok grok Never mind him. I would not want my adult children living back here, I am happy they are growing up and moving away and being independent. But sometimes I do miss the old *times* and I guess this is one of them.
Trick ‘r’ Treat!!! Or Shoe On! Whatever you celebrate, have a good Halloween! Spooky but not too spooky.
And at 6:02, we’ve already had four customers! We may not run out of candy but whatever is left, I can always send to Kalamazoo. Maybe the football team’ll eat it.