We dove headfirst into a sugar coma and called it a conversation. We covered everything—music, Halloween, and candy—basically the holy trinity of chaos. We started off pretending to be intellectuals discussing the “accessibility of musical instruments,” which quickly devolved into us arguing about who still owns a recorder and why. Then we slid into Halloween like adults who still think pillowcases make the best candy bags.
We reminisced about trick-or-treating, back when we had functioning knees and strangers weren’t handing out toothpaste. We waxed poetic about decorations—because nothing says “festive spirit” like accidentally impaling yourself on a plastic tombstone in the yard.
Of course, we analyzed candy with the seriousness of food critics. We debated hard candy versus gummy like philosophers who’ve clearly lost control of their lives, and then somehow invented the idea of a “chocolate apocalypse,” where everyone’s just bartering for Snickers.
Naturally, we ended up bragging about our old Halloween costumes—because nothing says confidence like admitting we once wore a trash bag and called it a “grim reaper cloak.” We even wandered into haunted houses and Judgment Houses, which, honestly, felt a little too real. Turns out we like being terrified, as long as it’s in a controlled environment with snacks.
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We dove headfirst into a sugar coma and called it a conversation. We covered everything—music, Halloween, and candy—basically the holy trinity of chaos. We started off pretending to be intellectuals discussing the “accessibility of musical instruments,” which quickly devolved into us arguing about who still owns a recorder and why. Then we slid into Halloween like adults who still think pillowcases make the best candy bags.
We reminisced about trick-or-treating, back when we had functioning knees and strangers weren’t handing out toothpaste. We waxed poetic about decorations—because nothing says “festive spirit” like accidentally impaling yourself on a plastic tombstone in the yard.
Of course, we analyzed candy with the seriousness of food critics. We debated hard candy versus gummy like philosophers who’ve clearly lost control of their lives, and then somehow invented the idea of a “chocolate apocalypse,” where everyone’s just bartering for Snickers.
Naturally, we ended up bragging about our old Halloween costumes—because nothing says confidence like admitting we once wore a trash bag and called it a “grim reaper cloak.” We even wandered into haunted houses and Judgment Houses, which, honestly, felt a little too real. Turns out we like being terrified, as long as it’s in a controlled environment with snacks.
TCND: Toddlers and Teens are Different! (Winter is...What?)
The Comedian Next Door
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TCND: Toddlers and Teens are Different! (Winter is...What?)
The Comedian Next Door
We dove headfirst into a sugar coma and called it a conversation. We covered everything—music, Halloween, and candy—basically the holy trinity of chaos. We started off pretending to be intellectuals discussing the “accessibility of musical instruments,” which quickly devolved into us arguing about who still owns a recorder and why. Then we slid into Halloween like adults who still think pillowcases make the best candy bags.
We reminisced about trick-or-treating, back when we had functioning knees and strangers weren’t handing out toothpaste. We waxed poetic about decorations—because nothing says “festive spirit” like accidentally impaling yourself on a plastic tombstone in the yard.
Of course, we analyzed candy with the seriousness of food critics. We debated hard candy versus gummy like philosophers who’ve clearly lost control of their lives, and then somehow invented the idea of a “chocolate apocalypse,” where everyone’s just bartering for Snickers.
Naturally, we ended up bragging about our old Halloween costumes—because nothing says confidence like admitting we once wore a trash bag and called it a “grim reaper cloak.” We even wandered into haunted houses and Judgment Houses, which, honestly, felt a little too real. Turns out we like being terrified, as long as it’s in a controlled environment with snacks.
