Ode to Candy Corn

Candy corn.

You are evil. You are not good for my waistline. It's not October yet, so I refuse to buy you. And when I do. Look out. I will eat you by the handfuls. And I might even buy your friends, the pumpkins.

But, since it's still September, I will just take the calorie-free approach and sew a tote. One that both honors you and reminds me to stay away from you.

And I won't play any tricks on anyone by biting off your white tip and pretending to have lost a tooth. I remember that day when I was a kid and did that to my mother. I felt instantly bad that I was deceiving her and 'fessed up. I really wasn't going to stick you under my pillow for the tooth fairy. Instead, I gobbled you right up.

And the truth is, I'm not even sure if I like you. I'm not sure if I like how you taste. You're awfully sweet, and I don't like very sweet things. I think you remind me of autumn. And of playing football and kickball in the backyard. And coughing when the cold air got into my lungs. You're a childhood memory. One that I hope to pass onto my children. And who knows, they might like you more than I do. Until then ... I'll see you on Wednesday. That's October 1st, you know.

~Lera

Update: The bank robber and giant spider are still at large. My smart friend thinks the police were smelling the suspect's hand because the robber wore gloves. If they were latex, the smell would be obvious. Someone else suggested an odor on the money or dye-pack. Also, word is he only got away with $2,600.

Sawyer had a fun birthday (that Joe missed). Thanks for all of your birthday wishes!

Oh, and speaking of teeth, this morning I walked into Taylor's room to make sure he was awake. He was sitting on his bed playing on the laptop. As I sat down next to him, I noticed a little something on the bed. I picked it up and asked, "What's this?" He replied, "A tooth." Surely, it was. He lost a tooth and it was sitting on the bed next to him. Ewwwww.

Have a great weekend.