My late husband, a third grade teacher, decided one year to give the kiddies a healthy Halloween so he bought a basket of apples and gave them out instead of candy. A high school teacher myself, I could see the flaw in his plan but he could not. My daughters and I refused to go to the door. We hid out in a darkened room.
The door bell would ring. We would hear an urchin exclaim "An apple?" And, towards thee end of the evening, my husband would snap "It's good for you, you little ...person!"
The older trick -or -treaters would get to the end of the yard and, as often as not, return the apples in a barrage against the house. Then my husband would rip open the door and holler "I hope your teeth rot out you little bastards!"
Sigh. We don't have fun Halloweens like that anymore--s6