For some reason, my 3-year-old daughter loves Halloween more than bodybuilders love thongs and grease. She starts talking about Halloween on Jan. 1 and doesn't stop until Jan.1 rolls around again, and then she starts over.
Her love for Halloween has nothing to do with candy. The small girl has the patience and calf muscles needed to walk miles, in combination with the strength to carry buckets of chocolate, gummies and all the other crap they pass out on Halloween – but doesn't eat it. I know what you are thinking; a child that doesn't eat all the candy up means that I'm incredibly blessed and always receive glowing reports from her kiddy dentist. Yes, this is all true, and I'm thankful for that reality. My wife and I usually leave most of her candy at the door, where other people's children and stressed out grown-ups who visit us can indulge as much as they like.
