Candy Is Edible Joy

Can­dy is a good thing. Can­dy is joy giv­en caloric expres­sion. Can­dy is, to twist an old say­ing, proof that God loves us and wants us to be hap­py.

I do not think my wife believes this in her heart. She is a mom, and there is a lot of pres­sure on moms to believe that can­dy is bad. In the land of moms, can­dy is a con­trolled sub­stance. One, inci­den­tal­ly, for which med­ical pre­scrip­tions are not forth­com­ing.

And so as we were going to bed on Hal­loween I told her, “There’s some­thing impor­tant we need to estab­lish before we go to sleep tonight. The pres­ence of left­over can­dy in our house is not a prob­lem to be solved, it is a joy to be cel­e­brat­ed. We don’t have to give it away, throw it away, or find some cre­ative use for it. Eat­ing it will be suf­fi­cient.”

I felt like a Mor­mon knock­ing on Richard Dawkins’ door, but some­times a dad has to step up. Edi­ble joy is a rare thing and worth defend­ing.