Crappy Hallowe'en

So me and the kids carved pumpkins (as Hunter calls them, "punkins") and we have kept them on the porch. WHich is at the side of our house, and up steps okay.Yesterday I bring in mine and Hunter's to finish off the carving of the pictures. I get them done and then the boys and I went out and set them staggered on our steps. They were so happy. Hunter gets up everyday and goes out to say "hi punkin! I luh you punkin" and he kisses it hello and goodbye as we come and go. My littlest guy, who sat for over an hour carefully picking seeds out with a spoon, cause it was "eeewwww disgustin'!" but did the deed like a trooper. And then my AUstin, who gutted his all by himself, sat there patiently as I carved the face of his dreams for him, as he put it. At around 8:20pm, me in my bar attire, ready for work, was sitting on the couch with Luis. All of a sudden he blots and takes off outside screaming as 3 boys fled. He is shouting to me saying the took something and threw it at my car. I of course flew out of the house-in my miniskirt and fishnets no less, no shoes, coat nothing. I grabbed HUnter's poor "punkin'" and we live on a court of all triplexes so I ran them back to the group home at the end. Where they took off inside.I told the woman out front what happened and told her she had to bring them out to me.She did and I told them to give me the respect after destroying MY things and march down the steps-they were shocked. I guess they thought I would give up. I hollered at them (at this point a man working there also came out.) I told them how loathable this was and that I would NOT forgive them, that they were lucky it was Luis and not me that caught them, cause I would have kicked their asses myself, all 5 feet of me! These boys were near 15 yrs old. I gave the 2 in charge heck and told them they should not be outside unsupervised! And I told the boys, I don't care how much they feel their life sucks, how bad their day was, that does NOT give them the right to steal happiness from a child. At that I threw Hunter's Punkin at them and told tem of his hour long joyride on his first Punkin adventure. And how when he gets up in the morning, that fun was going to be over, and it was all their fault. I told them as far as my car goes...oooohh were they ever lucky. Their heads dropped and you could see they were shocked. I informed them that I expect them to be at my home at dinner to apologize to my kids and explain why they did what they did. If they do not I WILL phone the police. That is mischief, vandalism and tresspassing, seeing as they broke in to my car last year and drained my battery by putting all my lights on. And trying to break in to Luis truck last fall. The adults agreed with me, they made them go out and clean up the street, and took many privileges away. I told those boys they were lucky they weren't my kids. And that although I could see they were shocked, I could also see they had no remorse, and that comes from not fearing consequences, not giving a pooh. Hopefully it humbles them to have to explain to two small children-who they see daily outside palying-why they ruined their things and that they are sorry.So Austin gets up today and runs to the door. He hollers for Hunter. I wake up at this point (7am) to my little boys with their noses out the front window looking at the smashed punkins at the curb. Austin cried and Hunter doesn't understand, he keeps saying "where punkin?".