I’m a behavior therapist. This morning I took my three-year-old client trick-or-treating with his therapy group around to all the businesses in the area. I totally stole a packet of candy corn and some gummy fangs from his bucket.
I ate three pieces of my five year old’s Halloween gelt and I’m not sorry about it. She has pounds and pounds of the stuff.
She’s cute and clever. Her method of attack is to bat her baby blue eyes while mumbling a shy thank you. This enchants little old ladies who try to see if they can get to say anything else by handing over ever larger amounts of candy.