The dad tax

I don't even tax my kids candy any more. After they soak the neighborhood, they simply pile a tribute in front of me.

The first iteration of candy begging (trunk or treat), my sons stopped halfway to gorge themselves while daughter kept going until there was nothing left to be had. The boys were obviously dismayed at their lack of judgement. 

Tonight pretty much played out the opposite. We hit one half of the neighborhood, and went home as we passed by it on our way to the other half. Everyone unloaded, and daughter wanted to stay home. In the end, everyone evened out.

Except me, I just got fatter.