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Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Mo...Which Should I Devour First?

One of my favorite bonuses of having children (a bonus being something you never realized was going to be a pleasant part of parenting) is the post-Trick Or Treat ritual of candy sorting. I'm sure all households go through this, although some may call it by another name. It happens under the guise of "helping" your child sort through and categorize the candy they've gotten in the order of its desirability. The key rule is that this must be done while the child is not home.

My sorting piles looked like this:
Pile 1: Little Chic loves this candy so much she has inventoried it and will totally notice if I eat even one. In this pile were two full sized candy bars! Who gives those?
Pile 2: I love this candy so much that I'll stop at the drug store to replenish the supply if Little Chic notices I ate one. This pile includes Twix, Snickers, M&M...well, half the haul anyway.
Pile 3: Not chocolate
Pile 4: Anything homemade - nobody is allowed to eat.
Pile 5: Almond Joys (I love, Little Chic hates).

Pile 5 finished with 5 mini Almond Joys so I figured for the next 5 days I could treat myself. Then I reconsidered and figured that it wasn't a good idea to tempt myself for 5 days in a row, so I ate them all. Right after my kickboxing class. I'm banking on the fact that one's metabolism does indeed stay elevated for an hour after exercise.

Some other interesting things collected during last night's round: Several trinkets such as Playdough (which will go in the craft box), a Frankenstein ruler (which will come in handy on some future project), a sticky hand (which will mark up my windows and walls) and a spinning top (which doesn't work).

The winner was a little Ziplock bag decorated with a pumpkin sticker containing a Snickers bar, a lollipop, a package of dental floss, a travel tube of toothpaste and a gift certificate for $10 off the first cleaning at a local dentist's office!

Comments

Mary Ellen said…
Isn't amazing how we can talk ourselves into things (like eating FIVE candy bars) and at the time it makes perfect sense!?! Funny stuff. Love the dentist idea, and I bet he gets some new patients too.
Unknown said…
I talked myself into some Baby Ruth, Snickers, Butterfinger and Reese’s yesterday. Even thou we didn't have children to go out and get the loot, we had 7 different kinds of good chocolate here for all the trick-or-treaters.

The dentist has a good thing going on there, nice way to advertise.
Anonymous said…
How did you get the $10 off??? YOu do go to Grossman's right? That is awesome!
My downfall is Reese's! Damon is a great sharer, he is NOT my chocolate boy. Then there is Camron that guards his bag!
~Sue
PandaMom said…
LOVE The rationale over eating all 5 at once as to not be tempted later! That is totally something I would do!!! HA!
Anonymous said…
I'm fortunate there were a few pieces of dark chocolate candy that got passed over (my favorite). I'm getting smarter though.......I bought smaller 'trick or treat' buckets so that I don't have to deal with quite as much candy this year plus the 20 degree weather helped to shorten the evening.

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