Dear Daughters: A Halloween Confession

I wrote this post several years ago , and it still makes me smile today. Oh the fun I had with my three precious daughters dressing them up for trick or treating. My husband always walked with them door to door in our neighborhood while I manned our front door handing out candy. Aren't these memories wonderful ? I know you have them too!

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Dear Daughters,

I confess…

When you were little, I may have searched through your Halloween candy under

the guise of looking for razor blades or other

threats to your safety

(hallucinogenic tattoos or LSD laced suckers)

so I could...

pick out my favorite chocolate candy (Snickers) or other candy (Reese’s Peanut Butter cups).

I confess…

that Halloween costumes were not in my wheel house,

especially after a long hard day of teaching English,

so with great dramatic encouragement

and the lure of all of my jewelry and makeup,

I talked you into being a gypsy or a witch

year after year.

There…

I feel better.

Trick or Treat!

I love you,

Mom

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