I have a shit ton of rubber ducks in the house. Some were purchased for Bent Con…which is next week but some were bought for Trick or Treaters because not everyone can have candy. And there are allergies. And well… sugar. There is always a child who goes trick or treating and can’t EAT anything he scores.
For that child, I make sure everything is equal. Toys… sometimes a variety of candy bars but ALWAYS toys.
Because sometimes being different fucking sucks. And if someone gives out something you can choose and keep for a long time, it makes being different not matter any more.
We’ve had one kid last year whose mother nearly burst into tears when she saw me handing out toys. Kid was really allergic to peanuts. So trick or treating for him is perilous and most of his candy would go the way of his father’s coworkers. THAT kid gets six ducks. He’ll get six again this year. I have enough ducks. He has way too much he can’t eat. I figure, it balances out.
There are monster duckies this year. I think he’ll like them.