Ed, my littlest one (he'll be 3 in Jan 2001) has a new catch phrase "It's my castle!" Now, this is a telling statement... you see he is pretty sure of the concept there, in so far as he is king, it's his castle and we (m & d) are not supposed to go wherever the castle is. So tonight - after the after dinner candy extravaganza* - the Halloween loot gets divvied up into gum, candy, chocolate... three bags. Now Geo does not like chocolate (where'd he come from?) and Ed, just freak'en loves it... hand to mouth, hand to mouth, hand to mouth! and a box of chocolates would be g o n e !
I'm cleaning up in the kitchen and Ed comes in... "Dad? The living room is my castle, ok?" (me) "Sure, ok Ed... " and he trots off. I quietly begin to sneak down the hall to peer around the corner carefully to check out what's going on in the living room. He's sitting cross-legged against the couch. There's the ("how the hell did he get that down from the shelf!") bag of mini chocolate bars, dumped in the middle of the floor, three boxes of chocolate covered raisins and peanuts opened and poured on the rug between his feet. hand to mouth, hand to mouth... I mean I was cleaning up for just a few minutes... Anyways, he'd of eaten the whole load if I had stayed out of his castle.
* There are two schools of thought on Halloween candy... space it out and make it last in small manageable doses or 'dive right in' (here today gone tomorrow). I'm into the third school, where you eat all the candy when the kids are asleep and tell 'em goblins got it. (hahahaha just kidding) No seriously, I'd rather see it go quickly.
ps. I read in someones journal (twilight) a Halloween story from this girls 'way past'. Her dad would make two piles out of each kids candy... one pile of suspicious candy and another of slightly less suspicious. The first is dated Dec 30 and the second Nov 30. Then he waits to see if any of the kids in the neighborhood die before Nov 30... "here, eat bag one"... then again... any dead by
Dec 30? "nope, her eat bag two..."