I was noticing that our neighborhood sure seemed to like Butterfingers. Ana kept getting them house after house. This was no problem for me because Butterfinger is my favorite candy bar and I consider it a God given right to eat an unnoticeable amount of your children's Halloween candy once they are in bed.
Finally I was close enough to hear her shtick at one of the houses:
Hi! I want some candy! No, I want a yellow one. No, that yellow one.
God love her, she heard me say how yummy Butterfingers were when she got the first one, so from then on she was bound and determined to get one at every house. Unfortunately for her it turned out that she didn't like them at all. I was momentarily cheered by the prospect of lots of chocolaty-toffee-ish goodness in my future until Ana discovered that she did like to suck the chocolate off of them.
I love her, but I don't love her that much.
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