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10 October 2022 FAMILY MATTERS A sweet, sweet October BY CL AIRE MULLEN young children's hearts than some good ol' S-U-G-A-R. Yes, I said it. Sugar. Cavity-causing, hyperactivity-inducing, blood-glucose level-spiking sugar. Sugar in all its sticky, bubbly, crunchy, chewy, gooey forms. With every Little Debbie snack cake tucked into a lunchbox, affirmative reply to a request for a stop by Haymount Exxon for Colombo frozen yogurt on the way home from school, and " just because" batch of cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles, I am making up for all the times I made them eat at least two bites of salmon, said "no" to TV before bedtime, and insisted that they tidy their rooms before a playdate. And while I do counter their sweet treat intake (not well enough, according to my dentist husband) with hiding spinach in their smoothies and setting a timer for a fluoride rinse every evening, there is one season each year during which I embrace the frenzy of candy consumption with the enthusiasm of Willy Wonka himself. All the while, my helpless husband stands by, shaking his head I think it's safe to say that when it comes to most aspects of family life in our household, my husband is the favorite parent. Or at least the most fun. He takes to the trampoline and bounces with no mercy, sending little bodies flying sky-high as they squeal with delight and I watch through my fingers. He makes PB&Js for dinner when I'm away. He performs father-child air guitar and head-banging duets to Metallica, the kitchen speaker turned up to a volume that rattles the window panes. Our 8-year-old daughter recently — and I'd love to know where — overheard the term "buzzkill" and has, quite aptly, I'll admit, applied it to her mother on multiple occasions. And while I understand that what may feel like a buzzkill to a third-grader and a kindergartner is actually just Mom doing a good job enforcing boundaries and upholding structure, I secretly look for ways to earn back a little bit of their favor. And, as I've learned over the past eight years, there is no quicker or more universal path to two and muttering under his breath about tooth decay and the need to find a 12-step program for juvenile sugar addiction. It's Halloween, and it's Mama's time to shine. Come late September, despite Fayetteville temps that rot our pumpkins faster than Jolly Rancher on a molar, I distribute a plethora of seasonally spooky candy dishes around the house. A friendly little witch- shaped bowl sits on the kitchen counter, her cackling mouth filled to the brim with Skittles. A ceramic Frankenstein offsets the fruit bowl, his open skull packed with the special Halloween edition of peanut M&M's. And on the living room coffee table is a large glass pumpkin jar into which I'll dump two bags of Brach's "Autumn Mix," the mallow-ish trio of orange pumpkins, classic candy corn and chocolate-bottomed harvest corn, which is arguably much more fit for fall-themed living room decor than actual human consumption. I'll take to our year-round candy jar and replace the little sugar-free lollipops that my husband purchased in a last-ditch effort to keep the cavity bugs at bay with my personal favorite fall confection: the enormous green apple suckers covered in hard, sticky caramel, their deliciousness worth the risk of a November root canal. In the weeks leading up to Halloween, I delight in replenishing our candy jars and shopping for the most enormous, eclectic In the weeks leading up to Halloween, I delight in replenishing our candy jars and shopping for the most enormous, eclectic mixed bags of trick-or-treat candy that I can find. 910.483.1196 • HolmesSecurity.net Keyless door locks • Video Doorbells • Security Cameras • Alarm Systems • Monitored Smoke & CO detectors • 24/7/365 LOCAL Monitoring & Peace of Mind Convenience

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