Nolan looked at the bowl of candy at our front door and - I kid you not - looked at me doe-eyed and said "He wants to eat this." He is not familiar with wrapped candy bars. For all he knew, they were toys. But some kind of magical or chromosomal or developmental something kicked in and he recognized the colorful, round M-stamped packages as CANDY. We explained we'd be handing that out to kids dressed in costumes when they rang our doorbell. They'd say "trick or treat" and we'd say "happy halloween" and give them candy. He looked at me and said "He wants to eat this." Sooooo, though we hadn't really planned on trick or treating-ing ourselves, it turned out to be lots of fun. We did hand some out, then all tried to walk around the neighborhood together, but it was too spooky out (foggy, windy and freezing, natch) so Zadie and I came home. Noley and Dadsie has a blast - especially when they grouped up with some neighbors and fellow pre-schoolers to do a group thing.
When they got back - Nolan was raring to dig into his bag 'o' crap. [For lo these many months, not an artificial color nor flavor has passed his lips (even his grandparents who wished mightily to bestow upon him the cookie suffered my rules and gave him organic ones!) and all in one night, his palate shifted and on this post-halloween day, I heard not once, but many many times "He can't have any more candy..." with the hopefulness that I might bend.] He chose Milk Duds
and Junior Mints last night - one would think that would put him off candy altogether. (Seriously, Junior Mints?? Have some toothpaste with your chocolate, kid, and cut out the middle man!) We even flossed last night, which he enjoyed almost as much as the candy (now that's what I'm talkin' about!) And after those two pieces of candy - two fun-sized pieces of candy - he did, like, 20 laps around our house all by himself. Not playing a game, or being chased or anything. Just...ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. Then he scarfed down two bananas and brushed his teeth for 20 minutes. It was a wild ride, people.
4 comments:
I have NEVER seen a cuter lady bug. I try to be a vegetarian, but I could just eat her all up.
Nolan is a zebra extraordinaire.
You ought to be a writer, Sarah. Your text is to die for.
Genuine joy is hard to come by these days and this blog today gave me a huge hit---wait until Nolan discovers it---candy pales in comparison.
XO
Two more Halloween tidbits:
Twice while we were trick or treating, he rang the doorbell, said his 'Happy Halloween', got the candy in his bag, and then started walking past the person's legs into their house. 'He wants to go in there.' I'm not sure what was in those houses, but he wanted to check it out.
Also, at one house, there was a skull that diabolically cackled, which scared him (ask him to show you his 'scared face' one day) and made him say 'He wants daddy to pick him up.' Poor little guy.
Lots of fun! :)
Poor little guy?! I think not! How many of us get scared and then get picked up and comforted by a great big guy and then get to eat candy??? It is a great way to learn about fear...it doesn't have to be overwhelming. It was manageable. He can remember being afraid and safe at the same time.
Good stuff.
Some people call me Grammie, others call me Two Cents. :)
I love the he wants to go in there. Ha!
Genetically speaking, this is all rather unsettling....
Grammie, I think I'll call you
Dr. Phil.
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