Hoarders: the Not So Sweet Side of Halloween
"I have arranged my candy in a way so that I can see if it has been disturbed," said my eldest son as he finally walked away from his precious piles and into bed after Halloween last night.
I doubt that he would notice if I pinched a Caramilk bar but I wouldn't chance it. The wrath if he did figure it out wouldn't be worth the minute of satisfaction from the sweet treat. It is like this every year. He is our family hoarder. From candy to toys, his room is filled with whatever falls under his tyrannical hoarding instinct.