When Batman and Super-Cat woke up this morning all their Halloween candy, save seven, hand-picked pieces each, was gone. Disappeared into the great beyond with mismatched socks, spare keys, and phone chargers.
In its place was a new toy for Little Guy and an Amazon order of 5T underwear for Big Brother (his choice, he’s decided he prefers boxer briefs).
We told them this was going to happen, we talked it over. Talked about high fructose corn syrup, red dye 40, and other yucky things that we don’t want lying around the house for months. They are beginning to understand the correlation between what we eat and how we feel and how we heal. This was a family decision.
Now, before you comment and tell me about how I am a horrible mother for not letting my kids eat all the candy they want, hear me out. I let them eat whatever they wanted last night. Seriously. At the park festival they wanted candy and a donut, and a taste of everything else. I didn’t say a word. I let them do it. After trick-or-treating they kept eating and eating pretty much up until bedtime. I let it happen. It was their night. One night of binge-eating candy is not going to kill them.
And now this morning, they each have seven pieces that they picked and can enjoy. Candy turns my kids into monsters. Does it to your kids too? Red dye 40 does things to Big Brother that I never would have believed had I not seen it myself. We’re working on cleaning out our systems and detoxing in preparation for the cold and flu season, and Halloween comes along and threatens to ruin that. Not this year!
And you know what? Last night our tired, cranky, sugar-headached kids were a little crabby at the thought of surrendering their plunder to Mom and Dad, of course. But this morning? They don’t care. Haven’t mentioned it once.
I’m curious, how does your family do Halloween?
Note: No, Tim and I are not going to eat all their candy we confiscated. It’s really disappearing for good. As I write I still have a “hangover headache” from the small amount of candy I indulged in last night and we both slept terribly as a result of what we ate.
Also, please don’t read this as a judgment against your parenting. This is what my family does, and although I’m curious as to what your plan for Halloween is (I’ve said before, I find it fascinating to know how different families work), I don’t have a right, or even a desire, to tell you how to parent. You are doing a great job.