I can’t believe how quickly this Boo thing is spreading.
Apparently random neighborhood boo’ings are all the rage. In my neighborhood we’re experiencing a Boo epidemic. Nearly every household within a five block radius has a Boo sign on its front door, including mine. I take partial credit for fanning the fire. I did my part by not breaking the chain. Last Sunday I successfully boo’ed two neighbors.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, you’re not alone. Prior to last week, I’d never heard of this tradition trend.
It started when I came across a basket filled to the brim on my front stoop. The contents of the basket were impressive. This was no run-of-the-mill trick-or-treat loot. My secret Boo fairy had tailored the contents to my kid’s liking. Buried under tissue paper was a children’s Halloween board book, a Halloween Koosh ball, fruit snacks, a heap of Teddy Grahams (Hank’s favorite) and a healthy amount of chocolate bars (my favorite).