Candy Magnet

So last night was my daughter's first go at full-fledged Trick-or-Treating. We figured she'd hit a few houses, get tired of it, and we'd head home.

Nothing doing.

After her second house, she was a unstoppable candy-generating machine. Her cuteness demanded pound after pound of chocolate from a helpless neighborhood.

"Aren't you just DARLING! Here you go!"

Resistance was futile. After a very short hour, my daughter was dragging a full bucket of candy behind her, struggling towards "one more door," squealing and giggling the whole time.

She is a monster. And she must be stopped.

There's no way I'm letting her eat all that candy by herself.

Time to teach the candy magnet a lesson about "Sharing."