I love this week. The excitement and the dressing up. The parties. The adorable children. The thing I don’t love is the candy. Well, the candy in itself is not entirely to blame. The excess of it drives me a little bonkers. (We still have leftover from last year when my daughter was 3…and she didn’t do more than a couple of blocks of trick-or-treating.)
We’ve tried to get rid of it, in moderation over the past year. Allowing a piece of candy if dinner is eaten (and if she remembers to ask for it…which isn’t all that often). And of course, with Daddy raiding the bucket every so often on a craving. But there is still so much.
What do you do about it?
There is a local dentist here who will trade it for money the day after Halloween. And I’ve heard of the “switch witch” who steals it in trade for cash, or toys. Also, the limiting kids to a certain number of candy pieces they can pick out and the rest disappear.
I’m at a loss what to do. I try to instil good eating habits in my kids, and a huge part of that is allowing them choices. In the end, when they are all grown up, I won’t be there when they choose what to eat or how to live. So the best I can do is help them to understand choices. A big part of choices are having things tempt you. And I’m not sure that making those temptations disappear is the right way of going about things. But I’m not sure. So this year we’ll wait until the 12th hour to figure out what we should do. And it will likely involve a discussion with my daughter about how we should handle all the candy, as a family.
In the meantime…we’ve been snacking on this lately. Say hello to the banana man. The perfect spooky snack.