Klara never trick-or-treated. We always go but she's too shy to actually come up to anybody and say "trick-or-treat". It's a heavy burden to be shy and end up excluded from things by that unfortunate trait. I know that only too well.
Finally, today,* in year 7 of attempted trick-or-treating, I found a way to get her over the hump and into the land of successful, enjoyable trick-or-treating.
She told me this morning that she probably won't trick-or-treat because she's feeling shy. In response, I whipped out a 5-pound bag of candy and dropped it in front of her.
"Here," I said. "This is all for you. You don't need to trick-or-treat. This is enough candy to last you two years. You can go ahead and be shy. It's a wonderful quality which gets you all this great candy."
This removed the pressure, and she trick-or-treated up a storm.
"This is not a great house," she'd say pensively. "They gave me a handful of candy but paid no attention to me. The house across the street, on the other hand, gave me a lot of nice attention."
It took me years but I found a working method.
* We trick-or-treated on the 30th because my town is weird.
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