Archie is barreling toward us at what must be a record pace for his toddler legs. He crashes into his dad without making any attempt to brake. “I gots lotsa goodies!” Presley arrives an instant later, huffing slightly with the exertion it took to match her son’s speed. She hefts his pillowcase up for us to see. The bulging sack is almost overflowing. “They topped us off. We’re done.” “Uh-huh, I wanna eat candy. Right now!” He stomps his foot for emphasis.
