One year my kids got pamplets warning they would go to hell if they didn’t go to church.
I was visited by 21 kids and just gave each kid a handful of minature candy bars.
A hand full of minis is pretty awesome, too. This thread is starting a lil’ revolution. I have told people at my job about giving out full sized candy bars, and some are saying they are going to do it next year.
Slightly off topic, but here’s what I did. We get very few kids and usually just leave a bowl on the porch and let the few trick or treaters help themselves while we go walking w/our friends and their kids. We were staying home this year and I needed something to make it interesting. At the last minute I remembered the mounted deer head (8 pointer) hanging in the garage that the boss won’t allow into the house. When the wee (and some not so wee) ones rang the bell they were greeted at eye level, about a foot from their masked faces, by the head coming around a corner. I wish I would have the forethought to video tape the reactions - priceless. And no one got hurt or mad or cried. It was good fun.
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It amuses me to no end that fully grown, mature adults can be made to cower in fear of Princesses and Power Rangers 
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No, we cower in fear of eggs and TP at the hands of kids too old be trick-or-treating in the first place.
One lady on our block would bake these huge special cookies for all of her favorite kids.
One year I had a bowl of treats, and a bowl of apples. The apples had Bic razors jammed in them, the parents took one look at it and laughed their butts off.
I give out fun-size bars by the handful; my hands, not theirs, and I have big hands. ToTs at my place get an assortment that is the equivalent of four regular bars, at least.
The last trick-or-treaters of the night got what was left of my 150-count fun-size bag. I imagine each of the three boys got about 25 pieces.
I’m not overly altruistic, but rather a crack addict when it comes to chocolate. If I didn’t give it away, I’d have eaten every last piece, possibly the same night.
My own favorite chocolate story.
Many years ago Nestle sold the Milkybar. Their ads featured the Milkybar Kid, a young bespectacled cowboy. His catchphrase was, “the Milkybars are on me!”
The adsang:
The Milkybar Kid is tough and strong
The Milkybar Kid just can’t go wrong…
One day the Kid turned up at the local junior football to sell his wares.
The whole spiel was presented from the back of a truck. However when the Kid said, “The Milkybars are on me!” and jumped down from the truck, arms full of Milkybars, a local tough of the same age walked up and said, “Fuck you and fuck your Milkybars.” He then punched the MBK in the face.
The whole operation was quickly wound up and headed for greener pastures.