Too old for what? Dressing outrageously, wandering around town at night, and eating junk food? Isn’t that the definition of teenager?
My teenage sons trick-or-treated until well past what many would consider an “acceptable” age. Their costumes were well-thought-out, and their gratitude for your hard-earned candy was far more heartfelt than the average 3-year-old’s. But at their ages, many parents start putting the nix on the treats and the tricks. If my sons still want to trick-or-treat this year, will his friends be allowed to go with him, or will they have to hit the sidewalks alone, in a world where many keepers of the candy will judge them not on the volume of their Halloween spirit, but the size of their shoes?
I feel for the teenaged would-be trick-or-treaters. By this point, most of them have given up on the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, and Halloween is one of the last vestiges of childhood magic they’ve got left.
And it’s not like we grown-ups can claim we don’t long for Halloween fun, too. Adults still dress up, but we eat too much junk food and act like children at cocktail parties instead of going door to door. We don’t want our teenaged kids throwing cocktail parties, so why not let—or even encourage—them to trick-or-treat?
Nobody wants to dole out candy to sullen trick-or-treating teens who look like they couldn’t be bothered to dress up. I get it. But let’s just consider for a moment that the kid who shows up on your door with no costume might just be longing for a bit of that Halloween magic. Maybe he can’t quite bring himself to wear a costume in front of his friends. Maybe he’s just a brat. I don’t really care, frankly. I mean, the kids are asking me for a piece of candy, not a piece of my liver. What’s the big deal?
I’m hereby issuing an invitation: my house will be an equal-opportunity candy distributor this Halloween. If you show up at my door, you will get a treat, whether you’re 2 or 22. Just a warning, though: no matter how old (or young) you are, I expect you to be nice to me. Otherwise, I’ve got a special stash of pennies and unwrapped Mary Janes, just for you.