Halloween was over, the chocolate candy consumed, and empty wrappers told the tale.
Only the good stuff was eaten, leaving mini-Tootsie pops, generic copies and Jolly Rogers in candy collecting containers. The order had been given to toss the losers away.
The challenge began when ten-year old Lily handed me a Cherry Mini-Lollipop, and kept the grape for herself. “How many licks will it take to get to the chocolate center?”
We both looked at the candy on a stick, judged how small the round candy was, and made predictions. Me: 75, Lily: 50. How long would this competition take? Me: 30 minutes, Lily (bravado of a 10 year old): 20 minutes, for sure.
Ready, steady, GO!
20 minutes in, I had done 120 (cherry). And Lily was up to 100.
25 minutes in, I was up to 200, and Lily was leading with 220.
30 minutes in, I had moved to 308, and Lily was all purple smiles at 315.
As the minutes piled up, my jaws cramped, the type of cramp one gets after eating a bag of Sweet Tarts.
We struggled with sore tongues. “You’re going down, Grandma…”
600 to 582---653 to 690…would it ever end?
The end slipped in at 45 rough minutes. Me: 915 and Lily: 998.
Lily danced around the kitchen, hands in the air, singing “Eye of the Tiger”. Me? I went to look into a mirror. Sticking out my cherry red tongue, sweet and sour zones in the tongues had worked themselves raw.
Rule of tongue: eat all the chocolate stuff and dump the rest. The Tootsie Pops are not a single lick.
The parameters of this game were vague. I gathered that the more licks it took to get to the chocolate center was the winner. It shows self control. Whatever. It is in poor taste to beat a grandchild who sings "Eye of the Tiger" and knows the words.