I don’t think I’m ever one to second-guess other parents … until Halloween.
On All Hallows Eve, I transform into Judge Judge-y McJudgerson.
I am that mom. The one who cuts her kids off from trick-or-treating about the time they’re elbowing their way into puberty. I’m not following any developmental guidebook, and I haven’t looked up any studies on kids who later needed therapy because their moms put the kibosh on the candy corn prematurely. It’s just one of the many rules I was raised with that I have arbitrarily selected to enforce on my own progeny. READ MORE