Okay, so maybe it wasn't the Worst Day of the Year.
Nope. I'm pretty sure it was.
The day after Halloween.
Don't get me wrong. I like Halloween. As a holiday it cracks me up. Name one other day of the year when you would instruct your children to go up to strangers' doors and demand a treat. And those candy manufacturers have quite the racket going. We all go out and buy bags full of the stuff, then try to pawn it off on our neighbors just to get it out of our own house. Those of us with kids have to buy or make costumes, decorate jack-o-lanterns, and purchase candy to pass out. Meanwhile we're walking around with our own kids, collecting everyone else's candy. It's goofy.
The day after Halloween, I don't like so much. Halloween night there's the candy, the excitement, the staying up late. The next morning there's more candy. This year the combination added up to some very wild kids. I mean they were WILD. My kids are normally...eh...shall we say...energetic, and I'm used to a higher-than-average degree of rowdiness. But that day, I might as well have given them each a Red Bull. They were bouncing off the walls. They wouldn't listen, wouldn't calm down, and wouldn't stop fighting with each other. All day.
A few years ago I tried an experiment I'd heard about somewhere. I told my boys they could eat all the candy they wanted the night of Halloween, then I was getting rid of all the rest. I guess some kids can't eat that much candy before they start to feel sick. Mine, it turned out, could put away quite a lot of candy in one sitting.
So, that was a bad idea.
But you know what's a really good idea? Possibly the Best Idea Ever?
A candy buyback sponsored by our local pediatric dentist. The kids happily gave up most of their candy in exchange for some cash, I got the junk out of my house, and the candy goes to the troops.
Although I wonder if we are doing the troops any favors, loading them up with sugar. Probably we should send our soldiers some whole grains, and ship the Reese's Cups and Sweet Tarts to our enemies.
But, whatever. All I know is, it's out of my house. (Except for the Twizzlers hidden on top shelf of my closet. Shhhhhhhh.)
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Yes! That's it! I think you've stumbled onto something there. Feeding the enemy candy would probably pop them out of their spider holes because they wouldn't be able to sit still for a minute. Or they'd barf from sugar overload and surrender.
Ah, so that's why my kids have been so weird lately. too much candy. I have been raiding their almond joy stash...guilty as charged. I like the cash back idea.
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