I go back and forth about even having the porch light on at Halloween. We have very few kids in the neighborhood and we live on a dimly-lit, dead-end street. I think the most trick-or-treaters we've ever had could be counted on both hands.
However, my schedule aligned so that it made sense for me to be home on Wednesday night next week, so I decided to buy some treats for the few kids who might stop by. Of course, I also wanted to do it with an eye toward leftovers that I would enjoy.
On a recent trip to Target, I noticed that they were selling a big box of individual-serving bags of Pirate's Booty. Considering that I can eat an entire big bag of the stuff by myself and it's also pretty healthy, I thought it might be a nice option to hand out this year. That is, until I discussed it with my husband.
Husband: What kind of Halloween candy are you going to get?
Me: I was thinking of getting a bunch of individual portions of Pirate's Booty.
Husband: That's more the kind of thing you like. How about some Almond Joy or Reese's Peanut Butter Cups?
Me: Yeah, but the Pirate's Booty is healthy...
Husband: When I was a kid, I hated getting an apple or raisins or any of that bullshit. Halloween is about candy!
And he is right, of course. Apparently I lost touch with my inner child for a moment.
So now we have a giant bag of mini Almond Joy, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Whoppers and Heath Bars.
Here's hoping for a more robust showing of trick-or-treaters than I'm used to.
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