sneaking into the kids left over Halloween candy.... I guess I could go out and buy my own, but the candy seems to taste better stolen. Maybe it's the thrill of the tip toe into the kitchen, then into the cabinet where they think they hid it from me (under stacks of empty Target bags) and me trying not to make any sounds (those darn wrappers can be soooo noisy!) then there's the "what ya doin mom"? that comes from the family room couch . "oh nothin, just seeing what to make for dinner" says the thief. Why does every kid know their exact Reese's peanut butter count but they can't remember that they have a math test the next day?
