I wish I was an only child. I don't really, but sometimes it's nice to fantasize. If I didn't have an older sister, there would have been no one bossing me around!!!! No one telling me what to wear or how to be cool! And no one making up the rules to every single game we ever played...including the counting candy game on the day after Halloween...
Good Candy went in one row arranged by favorite.
Bad candy in another row.
Yes, Bad Candy. Like nameless peppermint sucking candies, Goldberg's Peanut Chews, assorted Kraft caramel cubes, lollipops that you get at the shoe store, sour balls. Bad Candy is fine when nothing else is available, but it's far from PRIME Halloween candy (Milky Ways, Snickers, M&Ms, Reese's).
Then we'd put the items up for trade: "I'll trade you one Reese's for two Blow Pops and a Tootsie Roll" kind of thing.
Now, I don't know how it happened, but one year after trading, I actually ended up with a TON of candy! I was so excited. I started jumping up and down and singing, "I have more than you have!" Which left just enough time for my sister to leave the room to hide her stash. And for me to shower myself in all this really delicious...delic...yum...uh...wait...one...sec...
ALL of my candy was BAD CANDY!
Well guess what, sister. I know where you kept that Good Candy of yours. And every day I stole a piece back!! (Not without replacing it with something else--even at seven, I had a guilty conscience.)
