My husband and I go and buy the Halloween candy yesterday while the kid is in school. This way, we can hide it before she comes home and we won't have to hear "can I have just one can I have just one can I have just one can I have just one" nonstop until the day of days is upon us.
I pull the KitKats from the grocery bag.
I look at my husband.
My husband looks at me.
We look at the bag of fun-sized KitKats.
"Just one?" I say.
"Couldn't hurt," he says.
"And isn't this the real advantage of being a grown up?" I say.
We wipe out the entire bag.