After the toothpicks, we didn’t care. Still don’t.
Pardon my ignorance, but, what the hell is Mary Jane?
When I was a kid, we didn’t know anybody in the neighborhood (still don’t, as a matter of fact), so if I hadn’t accepted candy from strangers I’d have had no fun at all on Halloween.
I did get a popcorn ball once, but could only eat one bite as it was neither salted nor buttered.
Well, I won’t be having any, but if I did and they really wanted to, I suppose I would let them.
But really, is there anything worse than being forced to dress like an idiot so you can wander the neighborhood begging for handouts like a homeless person? All so you can end up with more candy than you will ever eat and 40% of which are some disgusting thing (candy corn, cherry or watermelon flavors, etc.) you wouldn’t want to eat even if you could possibly consume everything in the bag.
As soon as I could, I convinced my mom to let me go to my grandparents house where I would “help” hand out candy. “Help” meaning I sat in the basement reading a book or watching TV.