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I put the kibosh on the unlimited Halloween candy fest the day after beggar’s night. The boys gorged for one glorious day.
“Gorge!! Are you serious??” my 13-year old protests as he reads over my shoulder. “I had one Butterfinger on beggar’s night! The next morning, as soon as we woke up, you told us we could only have two pieces.”
I think it was the way I announced how the candy would be rationed that was most annoying. In a strained accent, as if I were a professor at the La School de Doom, I said: “You may have two pieces. It is up to you to decide if you are going to devour them both right away, devour one and save the other for later, or slowly eat one throughout...[read more HERE]














