Oh Halloween, Oh Halloween . . . How I Hate All The Candy!

Well our neighborhood lived up (actually exceeded) our candy expectations for the year. As usual people who live in our small neighborhood stocked up on all the best goodies with the hope that a flood of kids would come through, and yet if things went like they did at our house they only had to get out of the recliner twice the entire evening.

Due to the low numbers each neighbor is thrilled when that door knock finally does come, and as they stare at the giant bowl of full sized candy bars and all the possible left overs they don't want to have they ultimately drown the poor kids in sugary sweetness solidified.

At one point in the 45 minute walk around the block Beeb begged to be done. Her candy bucket was too heavy and over flowing, causing her to stop repeatedly to pick up the candy that was falling out. I don't know why but I encouraged her to endure until we completed the loop and now I have to deal with the aftermath of not actually allowing her (or her brother) even a fraction of it and the temptation all that chocolate in the house presents to me (me = no willpower). Looking back now I see that I must have done it for the neighbors, they have come to rely upon our annual visit (obviously, why else would they buy 30 jumbo sized candy bars!).

Yep you're seeing correctly, we have a neighbor who actually gives out 8 packs of candy bars to each trick-or-treater. The kids insist on visiting their house every year above all other houses!








In the end AH (always the math geek when it comes to candy collecting economy) figured out that based on the number of full size candy bars alone, as compared to our friends who live in planned communities where mini sized candy is doled out sparingly and to ensure there is enough for the swarms who really do come to their doors, that it was the equivalent of going to 26 additional homes. Nice - all the fat with half the work!