The weeks leading up to Halloween are my favorite weeks of the year.
Even when I fail to carve (or buy) pumpkins, my costume is a printed off of the office computer 10 minutes before I leave work, and it’s 80 degrees outside, there’s just something in the air, an excitement, a season change, a spookiness that only exists in late October.
Maybe it’s a holdover from being the only night of the year my parents would let me eat candy.
We were the worst house 0n the block. I meant to get carving pumpkins every time I left the house, then something would come up and I’d say next trip, until it was literally October 30th and there were no pumpkins left. We didn’t decorate outside and turned our lights off to avoid trick-or-treater’s. And, just in case someone braved our dark doorstep, the candy I bought were individually wrapped organic gummies. (In the order of Halloween candy, I think it goes toothbrushes, raisins, organic gummies).
This was Baby Sweet 2015’s second Halloween and first ever time trick-or-treating. Our plan was to meet the neighbors around 6pm and head to a few houses, before letting their five and eleven-year-old girls go fill their bags. Baby Sweet 2015 had none of that. For someone who has no concept of Halloween, she caught on incredibly fast, and was racing from house to house, dragging her candy bag through the streets, stopped only twice by a scary monster and a zombie in a graveyard.
Children must just be born with the instinct to hoard free candy. She doesn’t even eat candy. Yet, here I am, sitting on about 5 pounds of Snickers, Hershey’s, Laffy Taffy and Nerds. And organic gummies, since no one came to our house.