Sugar rush

This past weekend, we gave the nephews plastic pumpkin buckets, loaded with skull lollipops that turn your tongue white, chocolate shaped like various body parts, Tootsie Rolls, Dots, and the biggest Halloween score of all, a full-size candy bar from Dylan's. Having much experience in getting "the same thing" as my younger sister, I made sure the buckets were exactly the same, even going so far as making dbg eat a second Tootsie Roll from Bucket #2 after taking one from Bucket #1. They were a big hit on Sunday, as giant loads of sugar tend to be for the 6- and 3-year old sets, but as they tore into them, I realized I made A Fatal Mistake:

One of the candy bars was white. The one in the other bucket was purple. Crap. Crap. CRAP.

Luckily, the lure of dinner was enough to pull them away from SugarFest '06, and all was temporarily forgotten until after the requisite "four bites" rule. Claiming they were much too full for chicken, they ran off to eat more candy. Of course. Expecting the squeals of discontent at any moment, I followed, several steps behind, hoping to head off any bloodshed.

You got purple! I like purple!

Do you want to trade?

Okay!

He may have been covered in skull tattoos and wearing bloody vampire fangs, but a big brother knows when to step up and do the right thing for the little guy.