On October 31st, I’m the most supportive mother on the block. And the most organized. We have a starting point, then weave up and down the streets so we hit every house with little to no backtracking. “Over here babies! That one’s got the light on!” I’m basically running a trick-or-treat operation.
By November 1st? That candy starts disappearing.
If you missed the reel, here’s Oct 31 me vs. Nov 1 me:
Here’s the full confession about our leftover Halloween candy.
Where it actually goes
Some goes in the trash. Slowly. One piece at a time, like a magic trick. Some goes in the guest bucket for whoever comes over. And some goes in the guest bucket for…us. I’m not about to lie to you on my own website.
Why I do it
My kids are not deprived. They are the king and queen of snack. But in this house, one cookie or one small piece of candy is the snack. It’s not the appetizer. Vegetables get eaten whether you like them or not, and soda doesn’t live here. (Sweet tea gets a couple of sips every blue moon. I’m Southern, not a monster.)
I’ve always told them why: diabetes, obesity, sluggishness, cavities, brain fog. I’m not trying to scare them. I’m trying to inform them, so they make good choices when I’m not standing over them.
Then I told them about that Florida study that found trace amounts of arsenic in some candy. (Scientist are still going back and forth on what it means, so nobody panic.) The kids threw their hands up: “Why everything we like have to cause cancer?! It’s so good though”
Baby. I know. Keep living.
The deal
Candy means brushing afterward. They whine. Every time. That’s still the deal. They can not sit around while the bacteria eats away at their enamel, so the toothbrush is not optional.
And gum? Never. Not in this house. I had to learn that one the hard way, and it’s one mistake my kids will not learn the hard way on my watch.
Their argument: “Kids at my school chew gum at school.”
My rebuttal: “That has nothing to do with me.”
No gum.
The real reason
Here’s the part the reel didn’t say. Getting rid of the leftover Halloween candy isn’t just for them. It’s for me. Snickers, Twix, Reese’s, and banana Laffy Taffy are my weakness. If it’s in the house, a piece somehow ends up in my hand while I’m writing, and I’m convincing myself, “It’s just one little piece for my snack.” Then another little piece. Then another. So this is as much for me as it is for them.
Halloween 2026 is officially packed up, every last bag. That photo up top is the last of it. And some of it will make its way to the trash. And y’all already know what that tree’s about to turn into. 🎄
BTW: “It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.” – Frederick Douglass
Now tell me: what do you do with your leftover Halloween candy, and which piece would you fight me for? Drop it in the comments. 🍬
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