I’m one of those dreadful people that give out healthy “treats” on Halloween. Let me explain.
I grew up in a family of dentists and dental hygienists. My mom was a receptionist for a dentist for 40 years. Everyone I knew gave out toothbrushes or apples (this was the 1970s). It didn’t take long to realize these were not “treats” but an insult to children everywhere. One year I hid the stockpile of toothbrushes in my closet on Halloween morning. After searching the house to no avail, my mom was forced to keep the light out. I didn’t care because it kept me from being teased. My grandma, the most radical of the family, gave out mini bags of pretzels. I started trick-or-treating in her subdivision, one town over.