When I was trick or treating age today was a sad day. I had helicopter parents. I couldn't go anywhere without them knowing where I was and being able to contact me. When me and my friends were trick or treating my dad would follow behind in the car. Once we got home they'd check my candy for razor blades and drugs then give it back to me. Off I'd go to my room to eat it... every single piece. The next day at school everyone would have their halloween candy and I'd have a stomach ache.
As an adult it's so weird that they were that protective but had no problem sending me off to bed with a pail of candy. If I were a parent I'd keep the candy and mete out a little bit to them every day.