A belated Halloween post

I don't really eat sugar.

Whenever I eat ice cream, I think "this would SO  good if only they put in HALF the amount of sugar."  In fact, Every sugar ladent thing I eat I feel like they could easily half the amount of sugar and it would still taste good, if not better. Except ketchup, of course. 

But on Halloween, I eat candy. 

You see, on Halloween, I open my children's candy bag and many magical smells come to my nose. Smells of that fake gooey goodness of not-actually-chocolate mixed with the smell of not-really-fruit and not-really-caramel.

Those are smells that bring me close to a time when my greatest worry in life was weather or not my already too large bag would be filled to the brim with enough candy. And oh the delight of dumping the mounds of candy on the floor, greedily digging through it in looking for treasures. 

Grownups: When we are standing behind our children while they trick or treat, we are silently, secretly begging them to pick our favorite candy.  We also feel secretly disappointed when they pick the "wrong" one, but don't have the guts to guide them to make wise candy choices in front of the candy donor.  Some of us may whisper in secret to our children on the way to the next house as to which candy is the right one to pick.

We long for the moment when our wee ones go to sleep at night, so we can sift through heir bags of candy and indulge in some fake goodness of gooey stuff that will bring us back to our own childhood and make us forget that we will feel pretty gross in about an hour after our indulgence.

But who cares right? Its only once a year.  And I am sure in a few years in our house as our children get bigger they will be monitoring every piece of candy and note when one goes missing.  So I might as well enjoy this while it lasts and my trick-o-treating candy eating days are over forever.