We have a saying in my house. Well, it’s actually just a thing that I say so now my six year old does, too. It’s when things are gross I say that they’re “eww” — as in “Don’t touch that, it’s eww.”
Right. OK. Whatever. I’m weird. Fine.
But Halloween is eww. It’s sooo eww. Wanna know why?
Candy. No, not me, the other stuff. The stuff with all the sugar. I’m addicted to sugar. I have no will power at all when there is a lot of sugary candy around. So you know how it all makes me feel? That’s right: eww.
Which obviously is why I bought this bag of candy corn today (my first of the season, for the record):