Being the kid of a pediatric dentist, mine was the house that gave out toothbrushes. Our door would have been so marked up with hobo code (three lines, plus some years, three dots and a hash for “Unsalted peanuts”).
Naturally, morning would come and our front lawn would be strewn with toothbrushes and sometimes ruder. When I reached jr. high age and made it clear to my parents that my reputation was at stake, we started giving out fun size candy bars, as the Pagan deity Hallowe’en intended.
