CAN I HAVE ANOTHER PIECE OF CANDY?!? I don’t know how to adequately translate the yelling-screaming earsplitting hysteria that is my house the day after Halloween.

I think Halloween is fun. I love thinking of ways to turn my kids into their favorite animal or a robot from outer space. Barry really had fun this year and turned the bike trailer into a spaceship, and we had hopes of making a cool space movie in our costumes, but our video camera is broken. Trick-or-Treating was a blast. It was so cute to hear Jonah talk like a robot to everyone he could—but now there’s the candy.

It is the bane of my existence. I have transformed from fun mom to Candy Police.

I had a friend in Albuquerque who let her six kids eat ALL of their Halloween candy in one day. They were sick for a day or two, and then she didn’t have to worry about it anymore.

But my kids are so little. I’m afraid of what might happen if they really ate all the sugar they want.

So…I’m enduring my earsplitting headache for now…

and the candy may end up in the garbage.