Once the World's Stickiest Three-Year-Old's eyes start to bounce in her head like a chihuahua on home-made crank from all of the candy she's had it's time to hand her off to Momma and say, "Grandpa will see you next week, Honey," and then just let her go.
They were dragons. I should have seen the vestigal wings. I apologize for the "lizard" comments.
Kid, you should have realized that the fake fangs would make you say, "Frick or freef," at every door by the third house or so.
Do, Not. Give. Milk Duds. to a three-year-old.
Two words. Caramel drool.
We probably didn't need 300 DumDums.
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