I was Dorothy for Halloween probably 4 years in a row as a little girl. Being the sweet freak then as well as now I would eat my Halloween candy as I trick or treated. Or maybe I knew my mom was going to hide most of it when I got home so I was trying to consume all I could while I had control over my goods. By the time I came home I would have a massive stomach ache and would belly up my little pigtails to the bar while my mom fixed me warm chicken noodle soup to balance all that sugar.
A tip from my sister-in-law Kristy: