Our town sanctioned trick-or-treating to be on Friday night this year instead of on Halloween. My kids didn’t care what night it was on. They just wanted to come home with enough candy to rot the remainder of their baby teeth. Needless to say they are happy almost diabetics with no teeth.
I’m a little disappointed in FringeMan’s behavior, because while I traipsed around town with our little girl begging for candy and donations to fill a UNICEF box, FringeMan sat on our front porch guarding a bucket of candy and making little lady bugs cry.
He’s becoming an opportunist in his old age and taking full advantage of every opportunity to scare the M&M’s out of the neighbors.
UNICEF has been collecting on Halloween for 59 year. Apparently I’ve been a self-absorbed greedy little candy monger for 34 of those Halloween’s, because I’ve never heard of kids bringing UNICEF boxes door to door. I’m proud to say that my daughter’s entire second grade class set out to fill their boxes….from my change can. At least that is how it seemed.
At any rate candy flew from my house more quickly than cash and before I knew it, I found myself face to face with temptation. I felt exactly like Eve in the garden and for once, I sympathized. I only wish my vice were Granny Smith Apples and not Three Musketeers.
I broke my vow to eat no chocolate.
I’ll say no more; however, when I think back on the births of my two children, I’ll no long curse Eve’s name with the memory of each contraction. No. Instead I’ll think of a Twix and forgive her.