I'm a mean mom, I cut my kids off the free candy thing at thirteen. I figure by that age they're old enough to go out and make trouble with their friends instead of asking for handouts. And that way, if they don't go out with friends to make trouble, I can make them answer the door and hand out treats instead of me!
Luke Skywalker stayed home for the first time, and handed out treats.
Screamapillar only had this to say "Mom, you made us the LAME house!"
The lame house? Us? What the heck does that mean? We have our awesome windows and tombstones! And a cd playing "Monster Mash." How could we possibly be the lame house?
It's because of the "treat" we were handing out. Vampire teeth.
I don't know about you, but with all the candy out there, it's nice when you get something fun. Plus, Hubby says, when they're rotted out their teeth with all the candy, we've already provided them with a replacement set!
As a result of my mean-momness, Eclair is the only person in our household still old enough to go ask strangers for candy. When she got home with her loot, she was immediately set upon by her siblings.
Screamapillar: "You have to pay the sister-tax. Can I have some of the Snickers?"
Thing Two: "YES! She has CHOCOLATE! Brother tax!!"
Thing One: "You love me, doncha sweetie? Can I have some candy? Sister tax, you know!"
Luke Skywalker just looked at the two gallon-size bags of candy, trying not to drool. She gave him all her Twix, because he looked so pitiful.
The next morning, she was rooting through the bags, looking for breakfast. "HEY! Who ate all my Tootsie Rolls?"
You forgot to pay the Daddy and Mommy Tax, dear.