Halloween was the first school party since The Daughters have been in school that I haven't been overly involved in! And, as a former homeroom momma and elementary librarian, I don't know which I missed most: being with The Daughters or the good eating!
The Daughters ripped open the doors to the minivan as I picked them up singing "936 bottles of pop on the ceiling". I realized then that it was probably the good eating...
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| Tricks AND Treats ... this is my life, people! |
Good news, though! At this new school, the teachers are wise. They don't let them eat ALL the goodies while the kiddos are at school, they send home a BIG ol' whoppin' baggie of sugar with each and every kid. Daughter 2 plopped her big ol' whoppin' baggie of sugar right into my lap. "You can have anything you want, Momma!" she said as she bounced from seat to seat to seat to seat to seat. Despite that fact that her energy level was greater than the number of shoppers at Hellmarts at the first of the month, she was certainly my favorite.
Without a moment's hesitation, I spied an orange sugar cookie. It had been smashed (probably while Daughter 2 cartwheeled all the way down the block to the van), but I am not a food snob. I'll eat even the ugliest of sugar cookies. I popped a broken piece of what, at one time, looked as if it had been an iced jack-o-lantern. And I chewed. Did it taste bad? I chewed some more. No, it didn't taste bad; it tasted weird. I chewed some more and then swallowed. It tasted really weird. I smacked my mouth a couple of times and then asked Daughter 2, "Do you know who brought the sugar cookies?"
"Yeah," she said removing the three lollipops from her mouth, "Ike's mom did. I don't like sugar cookies. I just like the frosting on sugar cookies. It was good." Then she continued her efforts to find how many licks it does indeed take.
"I thought it tasted weird," I commented as I dug through her baggie for more goodies.
"It tasted fine when I ate it."
"You ate a sugar cookie?" I asked casually, unwrapping a great looking popcorn ball.
"No," Daughter 2 answered between slurps, "I just licked the frosting off."
Oooohhh!! What?! "This cookie?" I squealed as I held up the other part of the cookie.
"Ummm...." Daughter 2 carefully examined the cookie. "Well, it looked like that, but it was a WHOLE cookie. I put it in the baggie."
Gross! I had just eaten a licked cookie. I reminded myself that it didn't taste bad - just weird. Ya know - whatever it takes to surive!
As I pulled away from the carpool line, I absent-mindedly grabbed the popcorn ball and stopped short of taking a great big bite of it.
"Daughter 2," I asked, "Did you lick the popcorn ball?"
"No, Momma," she answered, "I don't like popcorn balls."
Hearing this, I chomped a great big mouthful of the carmelly goodness, just as Daughter 2 said, "I sucked the syrup off the outside."
Yep... it was the good eating that I missed at the school parties!
