Like Taking Candy From a Baby

Something happened yesterday that I am really not proud of, and I feel like I kind of set myself up for failure.

For about 10 years now I’ve bought our Halloween candy on October 31st. There is a really good reason for this.

This year, I decided to buy it a week early during my grocery shopping so that I wouldn’t need to worry about it as the big day drew closer. My bad.

I woke yesterday morning to my daughter noticing a rip in one of our candy bags. “It accidentally ripped when it fell on the floor” was my response. She believed me. We moved on.

Now in my defense, I had bought Candy Sticks. You know, the Popeye ‘Sticks’ that were originally marketed as ‘cigarettes’, but then were changed because everyone was convinced that if kids thought real cigarettes tasted like pure sugar then we would all start smoking? Yup, those.

Anyway, back to why we are all here. Over this past week, I became completely curious because this pack only had two in it. Were these the same ‘sticks’ I loved as a kid? I had to try a pack. Verdict? They were.

Fast forward to yesterday when my daughter comes up stairs saying “Mom, did you do this? We found these on the couch.” I looked over to see two empty boxes of the candy sticks in her hand.

How did I forget to dispose of those?

Since being honest is a biggie around our house, I came clean – kind of. I told her they were both mine and I was sorry that I had them when I told her that she had to wait until Halloween. She accepted that, and we moved on… again.

So then, if that wasn’t bad enough, a couple of hours later my ruse completely unraveled before my eyes and there was nothing I could do to stop it. All I could hear was “MOM, what have you done?”

My daughter found four more empty boxes of the candy sticks in my nightstand drawer.

I was done.

Everyone laughed and I buried my head in the basket of clean laundry I was about to put away. I was (and am) so embarrassed.

Now my oldest daughter is the type of person who can take a whole bag of candy to her room for the night, and if we tell her not to eat any of it, she won’t. Just like that.

She did not get this from me.

Pictured here is how I handle candy temptation. After coming completely clean to only you guys, this is a picture of the packages that weren’t found. The complete extent of my candy carnage. Next year I will do better…

No I won’t.

Next year, I will buy our candy ON Halloween!

Sheri Landry
Sheri publishes, and writes at This Bird’s Day where she shares all of the thoughts in her head without the voices. Sticking mainly with content for Canadians, Sheri shares family stories, product information and anything that fits into her (and her family’s) daily activities.
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