"Mommy, Daddy has been eating my candy!"
Such was the comment of my nine-year-old daughter as she inspected her bucket of Halloween candy this morning.
I went over to take a look. Sure enough, there was a definite dent in the candy. I hadn't confiscated any to freeze it, so I knew the culprit was somewhere in the house.
My daughter and I walked over to Daddy's "spot" on the sofa. Guess what we found? That's right. Candy wrappers!