Last year half my doorbell-ringers were ghetto kids who did not know the existence of "please" or "thank you". I corrected them. They did not like that. The phrase "gimme candy, gimme candy" does not suffice at the I Buried My Guns household.
The dichotomy between the regular kids and the feral ones was severe. Some ghetto kids even messed with my jack-o-lantern right in front of me and when told to stop they got attitude, and they were only 9 years old. I surmised they had never been reprimanded, especially by a white person. This year we're just gonna leave the lights off, or I will patrol the neighborhood against the heathens, as last year somebody destroyed a lot of property here on Halloween, and all eyes point to the ghetto interlopers. Frankly, it is a liability letting them near our area.
For the most part I think these kids were sent out to shepherd younger siblings and figured why not carry a sack and get their own candy too. But I figure a dress up to get candy rule is pretty fair.
I’m going to have to remember to get way more candy this year. It was our first year at this house, which is right next to a church that held a Halloween event of some kind last year. Right after that was over our whole block was overrun with kids. We did not have nearly enough candy. Got to be better prepared this year.