Yes, it's that time again. That special time of year when we load up our kids with enough sugar to send them into hyperglycemic convulsions and then set them loose on unsuspecting friends relatives who load them up with even more of those multi-colored egg-shaped hand grenades filled with even more of those fruit-flavored high fructose beans that cause the children themselves to explode on impact with any immovable object.
Yes, I love being a parent during these commercialized and candy-coated holidays when my children bounce higher than little rubber superballs in a centrifuge.
The only redeeming factor in all of this is when they come down from the chocolate-bunny high and pass out.
More later, I think my ceiling fan's become a tilt-a-whirl...