Upon coming downstairs this morning, Kitten cried out with a loud, insistent cry ….
My bag!
My Halloween!
I swear to God, given the way she was saying it, pitching up her voice, expressing unendurable desire and possessiveness, I thought the next words out of her mouth were going to be …
My Precious!!!
It’s going to be a long day.
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As basic as it is, I could only think of one reply to that at first:
Hahahahhahahahahhahaha!!!! {ROTFLMAO}
Keep in mind that this is sympathetic laughter coming from the father of a 6 year old boy and a 1.5 year old girl who know damn good and well that there be candy in them thar bags as well as from a fellow LotR fan & gamer.
There’s only one thing to do. Somebody must take the candy to the Crack of Doom! And at all costs, you must not eat the candy, lest Sauron’s minions sense your whereabouts.
Then again, perhaps we should use the candy against Sauron. Yes, I shall take the candy for this purpose. You understand, don’t you? Give it to me! It is rightfully mine!
Oh, what have I done? Forgive me, Kitten! Forgive me!
Heh.
Actually, I think we’re taking the candy to the Hips of Doom, but, yeah.