This year it snowed all day on the day of Halloween.
We were home for the teacher’s strike watching the weather. For once in their lives the kids were hoping for less snow, not more.
Usually I let the kids have their friends over to trick of trick with and this year was no exception.
I was surprised how many parents asked if we were still trick or treating, due to the weather. To that I answered, “Trick or treat of die!”
Adam bundled all the kids up in their long underwear, poor Sam was wearing four layers, if you include the costume.
We still managed to get a ton of candy. Probably more than we would have if the crowds were out in full force. And worse than that, because of the smaller crowds, we had a ton of leftover candy that I ate for days. Well, I guess by now I’d have to say I ate the leftover candy for weeks. Okay, fine, I’m still eating it. I’m terrible! And a total hypocrite. While the kids are only allowed to eat a certain amount every day, I’m shoving it into my mouth all time of the day. Sometimes when all the kids are out of the room I’ll sneak more, like a relapsed smoker whose loved ones don’t know yet. It’s bad, people.
For the kids, full size candy bars, the measure of success for Halloween, hovered around 15 bars for each kid.
By now, they are totally over their still over flowing bags of candy and have gone back to the regular desserts. Which means I’m sneaking into their bags now, since all the good candy is gone and all that is left in our leftover candy bowl is lots of starburst and sour patch kids.Pin It