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Candy-ween
Nov. 1st, 2007 09:30 amLiving in suburbia as I do means that the neighborhood has lots of kids, lots. And frankly, I think they bus them in from nearby communities too! And so begins the traditional handing out of candy treats.
They seem to start early in San Diego. The earliest troops arrived around 6PM, often cute little kids totally confused by the whole 'go to the door and demand sweets' procedure. The costumes on these kids are often amazing labors of love by obsessive moms. In general, the parents accompany this pre-rush wave of rug rats. I suppose trusting of your fellow man has gone the way of the dodo. Why the parental units are encouraging little Johnny and Jill (well, in my neighborhood, it'd more be Phan and Juanita, but you get the point) to gather enough sugar laden candy to cause a diabetic coma has always confused me. But hey, if those parents want to deal with the post-sugar crash, more power to 'em!
The big push comes shortly thereafter. Kids in costumes purchased/rented at a local outlet. These savvy kids know the game, want the candy now and none of that cheap stuff, they demand Godiva! The D-Day landing last night on the shores of Chez Rick was much smaller than last year, no idea why. It did mean that I brought a huge bowl of candy into the office today. I'm sure it'll be gone by noon.
The last hoard are the older kids, often as not in street clothes, who couldn't care less about Halloween but won't turn down free stuff. This group is just a wee bit scary, reminding me of an old comedy routine line "what's it going to be, Pops, the candy or your front window??" You give em a handful of sweets, make an adult comment, they laugh (sometimes), and they're gone. Hopefully they don't tag the house as they depart.
I closed the door and turned off the porch light around 730 as the roving bands of glucose-crazed kinder had wandered off to presumably plunder other neighborhoods. And so ended another Candy-ween.
I'm sure the American Dental Association is celebrating.
They seem to start early in San Diego. The earliest troops arrived around 6PM, often cute little kids totally confused by the whole 'go to the door and demand sweets' procedure. The costumes on these kids are often amazing labors of love by obsessive moms. In general, the parents accompany this pre-rush wave of rug rats. I suppose trusting of your fellow man has gone the way of the dodo. Why the parental units are encouraging little Johnny and Jill (well, in my neighborhood, it'd more be Phan and Juanita, but you get the point) to gather enough sugar laden candy to cause a diabetic coma has always confused me. But hey, if those parents want to deal with the post-sugar crash, more power to 'em!
The big push comes shortly thereafter. Kids in costumes purchased/rented at a local outlet. These savvy kids know the game, want the candy now and none of that cheap stuff, they demand Godiva! The D-Day landing last night on the shores of Chez Rick was much smaller than last year, no idea why. It did mean that I brought a huge bowl of candy into the office today. I'm sure it'll be gone by noon.
The last hoard are the older kids, often as not in street clothes, who couldn't care less about Halloween but won't turn down free stuff. This group is just a wee bit scary, reminding me of an old comedy routine line "what's it going to be, Pops, the candy or your front window??" You give em a handful of sweets, make an adult comment, they laugh (sometimes), and they're gone. Hopefully they don't tag the house as they depart.
I closed the door and turned off the porch light around 730 as the roving bands of glucose-crazed kinder had wandered off to presumably plunder other neighborhoods. And so ended another Candy-ween.
I'm sure the American Dental Association is celebrating.
