This morning Sam woke up before us, came downstairs, grabbed his trick-or-treat bag off the counter and a pair of scissors from my drawer and proceeded to cut open and eat every single piece of chocolate.
He was JACKED. Came upstairs to "whisper" that, "Guess what??? I ate alllllll my candy, like 20 pieces or a hundreds." Followed by maniacal laughter.
Now he's crashing. Just cried for 10 minutes because his hands have five fingers when they should only have four because he's four years old.
Happy Halloween.
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