My daughter is a pixie stick junkie. I always try to make sure the pixie sticks get removed from her Halloween candy when we get home and parcel them out to her a little at a time. It’s just common sense. An incoherent child at 3 am on a pixie stick high is a scary thing.
This year, she outflanked me, the little monster. She was dressed as Scream. Under her cloak, without my knowledge, she wore her fanny pack. Every time she got pixie sticks, she put them in her fanny pack. I dumped half a pillow case worth of candy on the couch, only to find 3 pixie sticks. This is really strange, as I know at least 5 of our neighbors had pixie sticks. I saw them. I SWEAR I DID.
So, at 11, I finally shoo her upstairs to bed. On my way up an hour later, I knock on her door, open it, and there she is. a dozen empty pixie stick containers on the bed, and she’s shoving something under the pillow with a very guilty look on her face. It’s her fanny pack. FULL OF PIXIE STICKS! The girl child is shaky and looks about to go into sugar coma, and trying very hard to act as if she has no idea where these nasty contraband pixie sticks came from, honest mom. Vanessa (the friend she went around with) must have snuck them into her bag, really. Sigh… another Halloween with a strung out little girl…
Are pixie sticks those plastic straws crimped at the end and filled with flavoured sugar? The ones that you always end up inhaling instead of swallowing?
I gave out pixie sticks this year. Not the little paper ones, either. The huge plastic ones with enough sugar in 'em to crank an 11-year-old up onto the ceiling.
Yes. Yes, you did. And I said to you then what I say to mrklutz now:
You are evil, and must therefore be destroyed. Unless, of course, you’re still willing to let me in on the ground floor.
Shamrock227, the girl is way too bright for her own good, and it does not bode well for either of us that her teenage years are coming up fast.
AFG, I got some of those once. Never again. I am absolutely helpless when it comes to those things. Now you know where my daughter got her addictive tendencies
Kythereia, I feel I must report, she came down with a pixie stick hangover this morning. Those suffering bloodshot eyes…I had to take a picture. Yup. Evil mommy, that’s me.
Actually, I was going to suggest Pocky, as an equivalent to methodone to help get her over her Stix fix. Make no mistake: Pocky is every bit as insidious, because there are no documented cases of a human being’s being able to stop after one package, much less one individual stick. But it’s got enough pretzel in there to cut the pure sugar buzz.
Whenever my parents took my brother and me on a road trip down to Florida, we’d stop at the Georgia/Florida line and they’d let us each get one of those big plastic jumbo Pixie Stix tubes. By the time we got to Ocala, we could vibrate through walls.
Okay. I want Pocky. No where here sells it. But I want some.
The Ex took LilMiss and LilMiss’s little sister trick o’ treating. When they came back, he handed me 10 Pixie Stix confiscated from little sister.
Heaven, I tell ya.
LilMiss, in her sneaky evil way, came to give me a hug- then snatched over half of the Pixie Stix from my hand. Mommy, I love you my left buttcheek! You just wanted the Pixie Stix!
I still had three blue and one green. Tear open the top, pour on tongue. Grind tongue against the roof of the mouth, letting the sugary goodness spread throughout your mouth. Fantabulous.
And if you’re feeling especially daring, pour Pixie on your tongue, then drink Sprite.
I teach Sunday School to 6th graders (they’re mostly 10-12ish). And pixie stix are kiddie crack. On the good side, you have their absolute attention when you’re standing in front of a room casually holding a bag, with the understood promise that if they sit quietly and listen and answer the questions correctly they can have some of this wonderful white powder.
On the other hand, once it’s in their system, you have to wait for them to come down off the walls.
I’ll have to try the Sprite/Pixie Stix combo, though.
Asian gorceries usually sell Pocky. Though I never knew there were that many flavours. The stores around here don’t carry very many. But the Mousse stuff…drools They’re bigger, but they cost more and you don’t get as many in a box. But damn they’re good! nibbles her chocolate mousse pocky The only downside is I have to ration the stuff out if I want it to last more than 5 minutes.
[hijack]Anyone seen Please Teacher? Even I don’t eat that much.[/hijack]
Unless, of course, you’re still willing to let me in on the ground floor.