I saw an article in my morning paper, screaming about - what else? - sugar. Because it is Halloween, you see, and the children are going to go trick-or-treating and get candy made from sugar.
This writer suggested that a reasonable number of homes to visit would be five. Five?! Is she nuts?!?! Last Thursday I had the good fortune to spend the day at Disneyland with one of my fellow Disney dweeb friends and we were laughing when we recalled the "commando" style of trick-or-treating we engaged in. It was all about maximizing the take. My friend and his brothers would make several trips to fill their bags while I was a New York City kid, marching into as many apartment buildings as possible, because at an average of 15 stories with about a dozen apartments on each floor, it was Christmas, baby! You were a wimp if you weren't schlepping home at least 10 pounds of candy.
This writer ought to stop and realize, Halloween comes but once a year. I make sure that I have plenty o' candy for my trick-or-treaters because I want them to be able to stop, think back, and have a laugh about their own childhood.
And the one good thing about having kids? I get to raid their bags when they come home . . . oh look, Twizzlers . . .