We got some candy yesterday. We didn’t hit every house in the neighborhood; probably no more than 20 in all, but the kids came home with a sizable stash. Now, I’m sure you readers know that I am not a fan of commercially made food products, especially store-bought candy. If I’m going to ingest calories from a sweet source, it better be a from-scratch confection made with real everything.
I’ve tried coming up with ways to get rid of the candy as fast as possible without eating it, such as offering to trade all of it for a non-edible treat like a toy or a book. But they don’t want to give it up; they would rather have candy than anything. So this year we let them. Or, I should say I let them. I think John would rather ration the candy to them, but this year I let them have unlimited access to the candy.
My thinking in trying this was…
1. Let them get it (in and) out of their systems, so as to fuel the initial excitement and also not to be eating Halloween candy until next Halloween. Let’s go for this 100% and get it over with in a day or two. I can handle it.
2. I wondered when they would say “when.” I’ve heard that children are capable of self regulation much more than we grown-ups give them credit for. I was curious if and when they’d crave regular food.
3. I hoped it would help them listen to their bodies when it comes to sweet stuff. However, I forgot that commercially made candies are much less substantial than homemade foods, and they are designed to increase consumption. The artificial ingredients are specifically engineered to make you want more, so your body doesn’t feel the same effects from eating 1,200 calories of packaged Twinkies as it does from eating 1,200 calories of homemade ones. So this experiment was faulty from the beginning.
Let’s just say it was an experience for everyone. I did notice some interesting things, including increased sharing and cooperative play. I guess when there’s no limit to the candy in your hand, you feel free to give it up more easily. They offered me tons of their candy and readily gave up favorite color M&Ms to each other. There’s more where that came from! It also became a game to find places to eat their candy together so as to commiserate and discuss said candy. Many private forts were built today; only candy-eaters allowed. And by mid-afternoon, I actually heard a few “I’m full!”s and “My tummy hurts”s.
But what really happened during this experiment today? Candy was consumed. An extraordinary amount of candy was consumed. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go peel my children off the ceiling.
John and I as Waldo and Wenda:
Batman and Bat Girl:
Waldo’s after the superheroes!
Batman’s turn to run:
Oh, but not fast enough for Waldo!
These were cupcakes I made for the neighborhood potluck, pre-frosting. Notice the bite taken out of one and a finger hole in another? Apparently someone thought I wouldn’t.
The candy, aka the kids’ next several meals, strewn and categorized: