I just got schooled on how to be a secret agent woman. The boys broke their bedroom door again (they keep doing this, so we stopped fixing it). I tried to stealth my way into their pitch black room, seek out my 9 year old son's bag of candy, and fetch me a snickers bar. I failed miserably, waking them all up with the door falling over, and the light switch not coming on (they have a second light switch on other side of room which would require walking over their sleeping selves to find it... in pitch black darkness).
I left their den defeated. Clint handed me a flashlight. I went in for the second round of running the gauntlet for the golden Snickers bar (bite sized is all I wanted).
I stepped in, made my son get on his bed, instead of sleeping on the floor (what is up with that? Will invest further), found his bag of goodies, grabbed it, and ran out like the guilty thief in the night I was.
So, about thirty minutes of cleaning out all the empty packages of candy (I'm OCD like that... I had to clean first... I can't help it!), I discovered that my son has my exact same taste buds. What he didn't want was still in there. It's a bag full of candy corn, starbursts, laughy taffy, and suckers. If those stale bubble gum wrapped things were handed out again, those would be in there also.
ALAS! ... I was too late... The chocolate jewels were done annihilated.
Next year, when trying to go stealth as a parent stealing the spoils of all her kids hard work with manners of always saying "Trick or Treat, Happy Halloween, Thank You" , I'll make sure I pick through his candy score AS SOON AS HE FALLS ASLEEP, and reserve some chocolates (SNICKERS AT LEAST) for my future October craving of my favorites.
Mission failed... Lesson learned.
G'bye October... Hello Turkey day.
