Balanced breakfast?

Another Halloween has come and gone in El Cerrito. Time to put the Barbie makeup head back in the china cabinet for another year.

Turns out we didn't get as many kids as we had planned on, so we had some candy left over this morning. I had a couple Brach's fruit chews for breakfast. Had my heart set on a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, but I think the Teenager took all the good stuff home with him.

Damn, I think he even took the grown up candy.

Oh, that's right. He turned 18 this year. I guess he qualifies.

Tony always buys some full-size candy bars to hand out to the grown-ups who escort the trickertreaters around. I usually manage to stash a Pay Day or an Almond Joy in an inconspicuous location until daybreak.

But I wasn't counting on the teenager. When it comes to junk food, that kid is like some kind of a bloodhound. I swear he can sniff out Trader Joe's Oatmeal Dunkers from three blocks away.

We called Tim up about 7:30 and told him if he'd come over and help us hand out candy, we'd treat him to McDonald's. He wolfed that crap down in about three minutes, and then he started in on the jelly beans.

Which is fine, but I wish he would have left me a 5th Avenue at least.

Wait. I wonder if that chocolate Santa is still in the freezer.

Kurt "big daddy" True
1 november 2005