My current neighborhood is a very popular one for trick-or-treaters in the area. We are in our own little enclosed (not gated!) development where you can’t really get lost or wander off as we are surrounded by parkland on two sides and a really big slope on the others. So lots of people bring their families here because it feels safe and the neighborhood really gets into the whole Halloween thing.
So even though last night was technically a school night, I started panicking as we had already gone through our second Costco bag o’ chocolate. It was still fairly early and we had already had around a hundred kids or so.
In a state of panic, I searched for the stash of candy we had from last year that has yet to be eaten (and probably never will be) that I knew was in a plastic bucket in the kitchen. I came into the living room with the bucket, and my husband immediately recognized it as the “reject” candy from last year.
“What are you doing?” he cried in astonishment as I set the bucket on top of the little table we had set by the door.
“I’m getting extra candy in case we run out!” I snapped in reply.
“That candy is a YEAR OLD, Glinda! You can’t possibly be thinking of giving it to somebody, can you?” he responded, with a look of utter disbelief.
“My God man, it’s processed sugar! It is perfectly good candy!” I said, with my former bluster evaporating.
“You are NOT giving that out. If we run out of candy, we will simply TURN OUT THE LIGHTS, not give people old candy.”
For once, my husband was right.
He can mark it on the calendar.