I keep candy on the table at our Clan tent for any children that come by. A favorite moment: the top of a blond head and a pair of big brown eyes peered over the table. He put a tentative hand up into the candy basket and looked at me. "It's OK - they are Twizzlers! They're good." He looked back at his mom, who nodded her consent, fished one out and ran over to display it to her as if he had scored pure gold. Lovely innocence.