We haven't had a lick of candy in this house since early Monday morning, when Chad took it to work and gave it away. How did I manage that, you ask?
We pretty much let the kids go at it with the candy on Halloween and Saturday. On Saturday afternoon, our own tummies bloated with chocolate, and our ears about to explode from the constant whining and begging, Chad and I sat the kids and their rotting teeth down and made them a deal. We would trade them all but ten pieces of their candy for a toy of their choice (provided it was under ten dollars). Oh, you better believe they jumped on that. New toys are usually reserved for birthdays and Christmas.
And so we set off to Target, where Gabe quickly settled on a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (to go with his ninja costume, which he is still wearing around the house), and Colin hemmed and hawed until he decided to get some sidewalk chalk and a dry erase practice-your-alphabet book. Pure excitement, that kid.