Well, mine did. We got back from a rousing evening of trick-or-treating and performed the ceremonial dumping of the candy in preparation for separating/trading, when Whatsit Jr. noticed, “Hey, cool, a comic book!”
Hmm, I said. Let me see that.
Highlights include a little boy who sins, is killed, and goes to eternal torment in Hell with no chance of redemption. You know, your classic Chick.
I had no idea that people actually still put these in Halloween bags. Whatsit Jr. is extremely disappointed that I will not let him read his new comic, but I told him I’d get him an X-Men or something instead.