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Halloween Candy Crisis Trick-or-Treating Was (Almost) Ruined
Halloween has never been a favorite holiday for my wife and me. We just never really got into dressing up or watching all the horror stories. But after we had kids, the holiday became more important. Halloween is so much fun when you’re a kid. It seems like every kid’s second favorite holiday — right behind Christmas, of course. For kids, there’s nothing more exciting than collecting mounds of candy just for walking around your neighborhood in a costume. It’s a pretty sweet deal. But as you get older, the line between being the right age and being too old for trick-or-treating blurs a bit, and it’s hard to tell when it’s time to start handing out candy instead of collecting it. It was typically my responsibility to take the kids trick-or-treating, while my wife hung back home and handed out candy. She was in charge of picking out their costumes and getting everything ready, so it seemed like a fair trade — until we started pushing past my 9 p.m. bedtime while I dragged sugared-crazed kids home. One Halloween, my kids were impressing me with their speed and dedication. We were sprinting through the neighborhood and collecting tons of candy. As a business owner, I couldn’t have been more impressed with their efficiency. I remember thinking, “Huh, maybe I have a few business minds in this family.” (In hindsight, it was just the candy.) After making our big loop, I announced that it was time to head back, and with a quick glance at my middle daughter’s overflowing sack, I knew it was a great time to head home. At this point, we were exhausted, sweating to the nines, and ready to be done.
When we got home, the kids began the typical tradition of sorting out their loot, but as my son opened his bag, he realized he only had four pieces of candy camping in the bottom of his bag. My heart sunk as panic streaked across his face. Being the youngest of our three children, he was in his prime Halloween years. He was just devastated; I could have had “bad dad” written in permanent marker across my face. Apparently, the strap on his bag was too long, and the bag had been running along the ground the whole time, ripping a hole for the candy to escape. So, as he went door to door, he left a trail that could rival Hansel and Gretel’s. Of course, I couldn’t believe that he didn’t notice anything weird every time he opened his bag.
After the heart-wrenching discovery, I checked the clock. Maybe we had time to make it right!
It was 8:30 p.m. and too late to go back out. As I tried to calm my youngest child down, I began to wrack my brain for ways to solve this problem, but I came up blank. Thank God for his older sisters. The two of them stepped up and offered him piles of their own candy, and that was enough to soothe my son’s heartache. The crisis was averted, and I’m happy to report that this is the only real exciting Halloween we have ever had, and I’ll be happy if it remains that way.
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