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
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).
Actually, Joe was the first to discover the loot, though he failed to acknowledge it because he thought touching it would mean committing to some kind of uncomfortable obligation.
“Yeah, I saw the basket by the door,” he said.
“And you just walked past it?” I asked.
“Who knows what it’s all about? It looked like a trick-or-treat chain mail thing,” he said.
A chain mail thing was exactly what it was. Tucked inside the loot were instructions on how to pay the deed forward. In order to avoid suffering from
an evil spell judgement from my neighbors, I had to hang a Boo sign on my front door, run off two copies of the enclosed chain letter and assemble two treat baskets for two different neighbors … within 24 hours.
The mission was outlined as a covert operation, so I treated it as such.
I filled two orange pails with chocolates, gummies, bubbles, temporary tattoos and a couple kiddie cookbooks that I scored for a buck each at Target. Then with Hank and Cubbie discreetly in tow, I stalked my neighborhood until I found two families worthy of the bounty.
All said, the gesture cost $11.
It didn’t take long for the spirit of giving (candy) to catch on. I even spotted my introverted neighbors gifting secret Halloween treat baskets. The contagiousness of this merriment speaks to the awesomeness of my neighborhood. (My neighborhood is the most fabulous neighborhood on earth — but more on that later.)
I thought the game was over until one neighbor came up to me and asked why I had removed my Boo sign from the front door.
“You’re bound to get more baskets if you don’t keep your sign up,” she said.
“I’m hoping for some hard cider,” I said. “It would be great if you could spread the word.”
PS. The Boo sign pictured in this post is much cuter than the one on my door. To replicate it, visit this blog.