This year my sons invited friends to trick-or-treat with us. Near the end of the evening, my oldest two split off, to walk the only girl in the group home. On the way, some kid ran up, knocked my 12-year-old to the ground, and stole his bag of candy.
My oldest son gave chase for a while, but realized just in time that if he caught the two kids, it would be two against one. They came home, but not before a girl who witnessed the whole thing offered my candyless son a bag of candy to make up for his losses.
As I type, my husband is visiting the home of the mugger, with the three kids. Holy crap on a cracker!