Remember when little Timmy ate the poison candy and died?
No?
Me neither.
And apparently no one else does too because IT NEVER HAPPENED!
You’ve killed play time with your soccer leagues and structured “quality time”. Don’t try to manage the fun out of Halloween too.
Make a costume from scratch and let the kids run around the neighborhood. Let them trip and fall down, spill their candy and scare the crap out of each other.
And you other people, you know who you are. Go buy some damn candy at the store and turn your light on you cheapskate. You can yell, “Get off my lawn” another night.
Let the kids be kids for one night at least.
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I have the duty this year to hand out Choclatized Sugar pills loaded with Peanuts to little children, in direct violation of The Anointed Lady’s Healthy Food Directives. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.
I bought about ten bags of candy. I needed about one. MAYBE two, for variety’s sake.
Crap.