Candy Hater...

The Burgess Bunch got all sugared up, ran around April's neighborhood and collected enough candy to last until Easter. Yesterday was simply a sugar fest. From classroom parties with cupcakes to chocolate and candy pieces, I am pretty sure my children didn't ingest anything that was healthy at all. UGH....

Did I mention that I loathe candy? I am not much of a sweets person but I really can't stand candy. It is sticky, creates outbursts of uncontrollable glee in my children,  it causes cavities, and it is sticky. I don't do sticky. My kids know I don't like  it and only indulge them twice a year---Halloween and Easter. And for real, the candy that they got yesterday will last until Easter. I have already found a good hiding spot for their buckets and candy will only be doled out when they do something extraordinary, like clean the toilet.

I know my stance on candy makes me kind of a mean mom but I get it honest. My mom never let us have candy growing up, and I think that is why I don't care for it much now. Josh, on the other hand, is a candy fiend. He loves it more than the children. If the candy from yesterday really does make it to Easter, it will because my hiding spot is remarkable. And he gets his love for candy honest too. His Mom is the grandma that always has some sort of treat in her purse. It's her trademark.

Despite my contempt for Halloween in general and candy in particular, I did dress up. At least according to Will. Donning jeans, a black sweater and scarf, Will told me he loved my costume. "Did you dress up as a Mommy for Halloween?" Why yes I did. Ian, of course, couldn't leave it there. "Yeah, you are a Mom alright. At least you wore jeans instead of those black yoga pants you are so fond of." I am not sure what Ian has against my black yoga pants. According to him, wearing yoga pants more than 50% of the time is "letting yourself go."

The Ninja, Tiger, and Fairy enjoyed trick-or-treating with the young Harry Potter. The boys rode their scooters through the neighborhood (which really wasn't as great of an idea as it appeared). They aren't THAT good of riders and I was pretty sure we might end up in the ER with a broken limb before the night was over. Will carried a sword with his tiger costume, which left a lot of people stumped. He explained that he carried a sword because was a fighting tiger. Duh. Maggie could have cared less about the whole ordeal. She must take after me. She hated her costume, didn't want to wear it, and refused to get out of the stroller when we got to each house. So she rode in the stroller and ate M&M's while Will carried her bucket to each door with him to collect her candy. He did it willingly and I thought it was just because he was being nice. But about 6 houses in, I realized he was going through her bucket and taking out all of the good candy to put in his bucket, leaving her with the scraps. At least he was getting her something, right?

In the end, it was a good night. Even though I hate the candy, I love seeing them have so much fun. After all, that is what Halloween is really all about. And just know, if you come to my house and want some candy, you have to clean the toilet first!