This brings back memories. There was a strange family that lived a few doors down from me growing up. My parents warned me to not go into their house trick or treating and we should probably skip the house all together. My father didn't give me many warnings so this stuck with me. It was a mother, father, and son. The father was a creep. Looked mean. The son was older than me and a little mentally challenged and weighed about 110 at 5'8". After the father died, my friend and I used to go over there and play his Atari. Fun times. Then we'd go in the basement and play table tennis. The guy was really good at table tennis. The whole house had a musty smell and was scary and full of junk. He had a poodle dog that was nice once it got to know you. Then he found a stray on the mean streets and brought that home. That dog was scary. It loved him and it was ready to attack anyone that looked at him sideways.
He found some Vietnamese boat people and brought them into his house. He drove around in a passenger van with like 500,000 miles on it. Told me that he replaced the radiator 6 times so far. He got a job at our school and walked around with a cane. Except I knew it wasn't just a cane. There was a big sword in it that he'd pull out of the sheath and laugh maniacally. He bought a Trans-Am for one of the boat people but the Vietnamese guy couldn't figure out how to drive a stick shift so he dropped an AT into it. I remember helping him and he had to change out the drive shaft to fit the new tranny. It was a lot of work. His van broke down and walking was his mode of transportation. Sadly, he was struck by a car and severely injured. After the hospital, he was moved to a rehab facility where he was murdered by some other indigent patient.
Oh, but the Atari was fun. Do your kids like it? Your son looks a little dubious.