With L’s newly found sweet wealth, a daily activity is the counting of the candy. We pour it all out at the kitchen table; we dump it on the coffee table; we spread it around the floor — we count it again and again. And again.

It’s a blessing and a curse, really: she is counting, but I’m not sure what she’s counting is actually worth counting.

We were hoping that L’s initial reaction to candy — a wrinkled up nose and immediate retreat — would last, but she’s developed a love for sweets that we absolutely have to monitor.

“That much candy will last you for two months,” I guessed the first time she dumped it out; with our one-a-day rule, I just about got it right.