The difference between my first and second year: worry.
Last year I worried about decorating the bags, I worried about making sure that everyone got one of each candy, and I worried about all those children walking around at the same time.
This year, I clearly explained the directions and then I let them go. The only thing I cared about was that they were polite ("HEY! Gimme one of those!!" had to be gently squashed a couple of times). And it was the first classroom party that I actually stopped and enjoyed. There was a lot of love in the room for each other, our buddies, and our buddy-teacher.
And then I had a wonderful evening. Not bad.
Now I just need to get through a day of children hungover from candy.
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