It was almost a full moon and Darth Vader and a very serious racecar driver were on the candy attack this year. With bellies full of our friend Leila's homemade veggie chili, we ventured out. The streets were teeming with kids weaving in and out of driveways and knocking on all doors light or dark. All us moms of the group made an executive decision to give the kids three pieces each once we finished trick or treating, and hope they would forget about the rest. So far it's worked. Those three pieces were all they've had, and they haven't asked for more. And I was able to get my once-a-year fill of peanut butter cups before the rest went into indefinite hiding. I know it's only a matter of time before I lose candy control.