Shortly after Halloween, I noticed my four year old wandering around the house with a huge grin on his face, chuckling to himself. There was nothing funny about what he was doing. He was walking normally. He wasn’t wearing a silly costume. Everything seemed normal.

Except for his grin.

I watched him for a while, and then casually approached. “What’s up, big guy?”

He laughed. “Daddy,” he said. “I’ve got something in my pocket.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he laughed again.

I backed up a step and asked ”What is it?”

He laughed again and shouted “Look!”

Then he reached down the front of his pants and pulled out a Twizzler.

My instinct to back up had been correct. I laughed, and left as quickly as I could – before he could offer me the Twizzler..

In case you’re wondering, this is the pocket he was talking about.