Living in the country, at the end of a dead-end road, the Bag Lady doesn't get many trick-or-treaters. (She does, however, get the occasional trick-or-beer-er)
One year, the cowboy's cousin brought his 4 year old daughter. We thought it would be funny to try to scare her, so the cowboy put on a mask and cape and snuck out the back door, ran around to the front and came up behind the little girl. The obligatory scream and jump and we all laughed (the little girl included) until she lost her balance and fell against the door, banging her nose and making it bleed a little. The cowboy felt terrible for having caused this, but the little girl was fine.
In the years since, the first words out of her mouth on Hallowe'en have not been "trick or treat?" but "where's Uncle?"
Happy Hallowe'en, everyone.