Little Dinosaur is a chicken. W is Frodo. Bigger C, our eleven year old friend visiting from Indiana, is a dead cheerleader. It is hard, as a parent, not to apply adult analytical skills to increase the candy intake of my children's Trick-or-Treating process. We hit the motherload of neighborhoods and are now paying the price. How long before I throw it all out with the trash? Only time will tell, but know this: it's gonna be soon. 
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