Some random, Post-Halloween thoughts...
• I know that the idea of a "sugar high" has been scientifically disproven (link here), but I think this morning I could make a case for "Post-Halloween sugar lethargy."
• My EC and I are at that sad, sad state of child-rearing where nobody needs us anymore to help trick-or-treat. My youngest goes out with his friends, leaving his mother and I holding the bag - or in this case - the giant, plastic cauldron filed with candy. We sat outside together and handed out candy. We were swamped by candy-seekers.
• I can tell my Christlike attributes are still lacking when I don't want to give candy to the 30 year-old women who somehow packed their size 16 bodies into size 10 pirate costumes.
• One teenage boy, who obviously wasn't going to let something like a costume stand in his way of collecting free candy, wore regular clothes and a coonskin cap. I asked him a simple question: "Are you Daniel Boone or Davy Crockett." He looked at me like I had asked him to find a calculus derivative. The best he could eventually come up with was, "Uh...I thought I was just being a raccoon." And he meant it.
• I was glad to see that Sharlene pilfered my unrealized costume idea of an "Undecided voter." I wanted to do it, but couldn't decide how to go about it. Well done.
• I mentioned these on Facebook, because I love them:
Fruit-flavored Tootsie Rolls. I was surprised by the positive response. I had no idea that there are so many of you who like them. It seems that when the subject of candy comes up, usually all you hear are women droning on, and on, and on about chocolate. (And the occasional guy named MIke droning on about Twix bars.)
Less surprising was that a bunch of women raved about how great the vanilla Tootsie Rolls are. You have all these great fruit flavors, and it's the vanilla they want? They don't really even belong in the same Tootsie family.
I don't quite get the fascination with vanilla for women. Candy, candles, Scentsy fake candles, oils, perfume. Lots of women walk around smelling like vanilla. It's OK, but it's not my favorite - to me, vanilla is the ice cream flavor you get when there aren't any good ones left. (Uh, oh. Just learned that vanilla is supposed to be an aphrodisiac for men. Time to move on to next subject...)
• Fortunately, some things never change. My youngest - FOML5 - came home and spread his candy out on the floor and sorted it. Exactly like he is supposed to according to the rules of being a kid. He was excited about how much candy he got. My EC and I looked at each other and smiled, knowing that his version of "a lot of candy" and our childhood version of "a lot of candy" were very different. We would have schooled him. (Although I must say that my older sons did quite well in the era of Heelies.)
• I am glad today is not Sunday, more specifically not Fast Sunday. I am already bothered when teachers feel they need to ply their classes with cookies and candy, but I have always found distracting it when kids would bring pocketfuls of candy to church. Newsflash: Everybody can hear you unwrapping them. Especially Smarties. Even when I was young, I knew that Smarties were too noisy for church. That's what Tootsie Rolls are for. (Note to temple patrons: That hard candy you think you are silently unwrapping? They can hear it in the next county.)
• One girl had an adorable "Mime" costume on. I said, "Hey! Look at this cute MIme." She said, "You are the first person to know what my costume is." I said, "You just blew it." She didn't understand.
• When I was young, the morning after Halloween, you could always find smashed jack-o-lanterns in the street. I haven't
• We have a surprising amount of happy Halloween memories. Not the least of them being the time I accidentally sat on a jack-o-lantern. (Because my kids will never let me forget that one.)
• If I ever ran for School Board, it would be on the platform of returning holidays to our kids. With costumes and carols.
• People who turn off their lights and don't answer the door obviously do not understand the 2nd Great Commandment.
• Chili and cornbread. 'nuff said.
• A local dentist is offering to buy the kid's candy back by the pound at school today. I know that is one dentist we will never be going to. Killjoy. My neighbor, the dentist, passes our extra candy to drum up business. That is the American Way.
• We talked last night about our need to stop eating so much sugar. And we will. Eventually. Can't let this leftover candy go to waste. That would be irresponsible. Especially since we took the time to pick our favorites out of the cauldron before we started.
I still stand by my contention that Halloween is the most charitable night of the year. So, for all you Hallow-haters, I am glad for you that it is over. But for me, Halloween is a time to give with no expectation of getting anything in return. It is also a chance to see our neighbors and greet people who we really should know better. It is the best neighborhood-bonding night of the year.
Even with Zombies.
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