I'll stick with my four. So far it's been sufficient to appease the little thugs enough to avoid any kind of vandalism.
We're not getting many kids this year. We're not even getting close to touching the "emergency bowl" of candy. (The stuff I've set aside for personal consumption, but leave close to the door just in case the regular stuff all goes. In the past four years, a Reese Cup has yet to cross the threshold in the wrong direction.)
The big one makes three return trips, each time dumping a full bag. I do the "floor sort". I'm 26 years rusty, but it's like riding a bicycle and the muscles fall into that familiar groove. Chocolate in one pile, chips in another, good gummies and candies in a third, then two more unclassifiable piles; one good and one bad. When we were kids, the black-white-and-orange "witch" candies, toothbrushes and raisins got put in the bad unclassified pile. Caramel apples, McDonald's coupons and money went into the good unclassified pile. The McDonald's coupons didn't really belong in the good pile, since no one ever used them, but there was just something good about anything from McDonald's.
This year's unclassified piles were rather odd. A full size can of warm Coke. LOTS of full size chocolate bars (which are excluded from the regular chocolate pile based solely out of sheer respect for the awesomeness they represent) A few KoolAid Jammers. And a clock.
A clock. The kind that tells time. And hangs on the wall. I'm not sure how it compares with a caramel apple, but it was definitely at the top of the good pile and the kid was bananas about it.
With my tiny little hands, I can't beat that. That's worth two handfuls for sure.
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