I have been wanting to post this and backed out at least 10 times but it is just eating at me now so here goes.
I am careful what I call evil. I grew up with evil. I was made to do things that were evil. Evil was done to me. Quite literally. This isn't evil. Mean, yes. Evil, absolutely not.
My brain keeps bringing up the picture of the guy that tripped over the curb and got PTSD. That is what this reminds me of. It is not abuse unless this constantly happened. It is certianly not evil. The kids will not be traumatized over it if they remember it at all. They will not be on a therapist's couch in college about this one time when my holloween candy was taken and i was filmed. They will likely laugh about it later. This isn't abuse, in my opinion. You may not find it funny. I do but to each their own. But I am not going to call parent's that do this from time to time abusive. Sorry but I just wont.