After a successful neighborhood candy raid we piled in my truck and headed for home.
"So, what kind of loot did you get?" I asked MiniWarrior.
rustle...rustle of loot being shuffled around in pumpkin basket
"There's a KitKat!" He happily called out.
"And a Hershey bar...and some suckers...and a recess..."
"You want it, Mom?"
"You can't take his candy!" Lord V muttered beside me.
"The heck I can't. Everyone knows Moms get a percentage of the loot." I said while reaching behind me for the peanut butter cup clamped in MiniWarriors out thrust hand.
I chomped a bite out of the peanut butter cup and grinned a chocolate toothy grin at Lord V.
"Tsk." He said shaking his head in disapproval.
"Wanna bite?" I waggled the bitten cup towards him.
"Well...yeah." He said leaning in to take healthy nibble outta it.
"Want another one, Mom?" MiniWarrior offered from his backseat lair.
"No, Hun. That's your candy. You keep it. Thank you!"
"See?" I said shooting a smug look at Lord V. "I can be mature."
"Pfft." He grunted in response.
"Wow I got some Hot Tamales and another KitKat and a Butterfinger and...what? Raisins! Ugh! That's just wrong! They're supposed to give me candy!" MiniWarrior exclaimed, unamused at the abhorrent sight of the healthy treat.
Lord V and I laughed and high 5'd each other.
After all. Halloween isn't truly Halloween til some do gooder tries to slide an apple past your candy guard in the name of their nutrition religion.
Ghoulish good times, Folks. Ghoulish good times.
6 years ago