The best part of the equation though, is the boyfriend, who, when asked if he likes the idea of wearing matching candy-wrapper outfits to such a pivotal high-school event, simply says, "I don't really have a choice." Our reaction exactly.
We just imagine that once Mother started the project, she became maniacally obsessed, pushing gluttonous candy-eating on anyone who would take her bags of Starburst in exchange for the paper. Have you ever eaten more than a sleeve of Starburst? After about seven, the waxy, tarty sugar starts to taste like Chapstick. And no one intentionally eats chapstick, unless you were that bizarre kid who sat in the back of class and smelled like glue.
While purchasing pieces of Starburst twenty pounds at a time sounds disgusting, we're willing to bet Tara's mom also made her the number-one distributor of Girl Scout Cookies in their county. Go, Mom!