So it’s December 11, and half of Amy’s Halloween candy is still here. It will last past Christmas at this rate. It’s disgusting.
Mark’s always been a proponent of rationing — she gets one piece of candy every day that there’s no other dessert, until it’s all gone.
Me? I’m more inclined to say eat as much as you can in the hour after Trick-or-Treating is over, and the rest goes in the trash.
We just talked about it again (as we doled out the giant box of Reeses Pieces into five reasonable-for-a-preschooler portions) and might have hit on a workable compromise for the next Halloween (or Christmas, or Easter, although neither of those yields quite the haul that Halloween does):
Three pieces a day for two weeks, then the rest goes in the trash.
I’m just sick of these days since Halloween, one piece at a time, a daily expectation — it has long since ceased to be a “treat.” Candy and the like should be a treat — something rare and anticipated and quickly over with.