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Like Mother, Like Daughter

I was getting the girls’ snacks together before school today, and I told each of them that they could choose a small candy from their trick-or-treating stash to throw in along with what I’d already packed. Saoirse took so long to go through what she had that I just moved around her, waiting for her to come up for air. But she didn’t come up for air. I turned around to find her with her head in her bucket. As I watched, she lifted her face up and inhaled a deep breath through her nose. I wish you could have seen the smile on her face. “I love the smell of Halloween!” she said. I turned around so she couldn’t the piece I’d just unwrapped and shoved into my mouth. It’s too bad, because I was going to say that I absolutely couldn’t agree with her more.   &nbsp…

But Don’t Tell My Kids

I bought six huge bags of candy last week. Five of them are intended to satiate the tidal wave of trick-or-treaters that will deluge our neighborhood tonight. That other one, though? Without actually planning it because it just sort of happened and what am I supposed to say, I’m weak?That one was meant for me…

I’m Still Mad About the Cadbury Eggs, Though

The evidence was everywhere, carnage of a sugar rush gone mad, access to all the vices in life consumed at once. It was like Eve not only biting into the apple, but running around Eden with it on the sly, scattering bits and pieces, leaving teeth marks in all the good apples somebody else could have eaten (AHEM), tucking the fruit into hiding spaces so she could go back and get some more, later, when Adam and God weren’t looking. Except this was no Eve. This was Cian, after Easter. And Cian, unlike his sisters, could give Eve a run for her money. The foil started appearing everywhere, starting the day after Easter Sunday. Little crumpled bits of pink in the couch. A flattened wedge of pastel blue on the playroom table. There was a half-eaten milk chocolate egg, wrapper still partly intact, on the floor behind a chair leg. I noticed a smear of something dark on a couch, swabbed at it with a wet cloth, wondered which child had forgotten to wash her hands after playing outside. Then, I noticed the teeth marks in a chocolate bunny, then another. The smudge of brown on Cian…