We just celebrated Halloween. This means that my kids dressed up in costumes and we walked around the neighborhood collecting ridiculous amounts of candy from all of our neighbors. When you stop to think about it, every part of this tradition is weird.
The week following Halloween is also a magical time of year. At some point during this week, I will pull a load of laundry from the dryer and panic. It could be a weird purple candy stain on a shirt. If it is bubble gum, Lord help me. The most likely scenario will happen late in the week. I will be lulled into a sense of security, thinking that we are beyond the random candy phase. I will completely forget about the tootsie rolls and the chocolate bars. I will start to fold a basket of warm, clean whites and I will find that brown chocolate mess. I will have that momentary lapse where I forget that it is the week after Halloween and I will panic because I can’t remember how that stain got on my underwear. Happy random candy week.