Speaking of Candy…

So Halloween’s coming, right?  Now that I’m not much of a candy eater, I could really care less about Halloween, EXCEPT now that I have kids, I’m actually sorta looking forward to it.  Sure, we’ve already picked out their costumes and we’ve already purchased the prunes we’re handing out this year, but the real fun’s going to be taking the kids around to our friends and neighbors.

Neither of our kids have really ever had candy yet, so we’re probably going to severely limit (read: take it all to Mom’s work) what they ingest.  I never understood these parents that complain endlessly about how their kids never eat anything healthy, while they stock their houses with nothing but ice cream and chocolate chip cookies and then let the kids splurge on pure sugar on Halloween.  Then they wonder why the kid’s as big as a house by age thirteen.

I do have a candy-related question — see there is a point to all this rambling: has anyone on earth ever actually eaten one of those orange marshmallowy circus peanut candies?  My entire life I always thought their sole purpose was to be squooshed in their unopened bags on store shelves by bored suburban kids; goodness knows I’ve squooshed more than a few hundred dozen in my misspent youth.  Come to think of it, I may buy a bag for our next shindig at the house just to see what conversations get started.  I bet they taste like crap, though.