my love affair with the baby ruth.

Halloween candy is evil. It starts with one little snack size Baby Ruth. You tear the wrapper slowly, attempting to muffle the sound so that your 17 month old won't come toddling over, begging. You bite down into the sweet chocolate, your teeth sinking into the soft nougat. There's the slightest crunch of peanut. MMMMMMMMM. You sip some cafecito to wash it down. The next (and last) bite isn't as tasty...but it leaves you wanting more. And before you know it, you are lying on the floor in the midst of foil and paper, chocolate smeared across your chin, your jeans unbuttoned to account for your growing belly and the ache within it. The 17 month old is sitting on your legs saying "nummy" as she licks the inside of a wrapper. That round orange "pail", turned on its side, is laying next to you, empty, and you wonder how you are going to explain it all to your four year old as she walks in the door, home from preschool.


I posted this picture with that caption on facebook last year around this time.  I think it was then that I realized my need for some sort of creative outlet.  So I thank you Baby Ruth.  My skinny jeans curse you, but my creative mind thinks you rock.