Woooo-hooooo!

Just a quick update to let you all know that Candy Mountain Consumption 08 was a blast!

Oh, and Braden really didn’t eat all THAT much candy – after all, most of the crap they sell is too dangerous for him (Runts = Choking Hazard, Laffy Taffy = Certain Death, etc) and anything chocolate has milk in it, which he can’t have. So he’s the SweetTarts Kid.

If you’ll notice above, he’s after Mommy’s heart by being obsessive and weird – stacking them up before eating them.

God, I love that freakazoid.

Before we started the gluttony fest, “we” made this Jack-O-Mutant:

Then we broke out The Canday.

Braden ate just enough SweetTarts so that he started chasing the dog all over the house, repeating his name over and over and over and over again.

“Zack, Zack, Zack, Zack, Zack, Zack, Zack, Zack, Zack, Zack….”

The Mexican showed great restraint and did not cut him or yell, “Shut up, eeediot!”

Later, I heard a crunching noise and looked over to see why The Mexican was being nice. Braden was slipping SweetTarts to him, too.

And so the chain of candy sharing was lengthened, and all was good.

PS: I made sure the fetus got a taste of every single type of candy that Braden couldn’t have.