Last year at this time, I answered an Ask Colette about the angst associated with the Halloween tradition of being “boo’d.” I say angst because that’s what the original questioner felt, and that’s what my friend experienced last week when her house got boo’d. (If you’re unfamiliar with this tradition, you can read all about it in the earlier post. I liken it to a chocolate chain letter from Martha Stewart.)
Not wanting to be a poor sport or disappoint her 12-year-old daughter, my friend and her daughter went to the Dollar Tree store for some trinkets to place in Halloween buckets – though she refused to buy into the notion that she only had 24 hours to “boo” two other families, instead giving herself a few days, as I had previously advised.
Though she was somewhat irked at the energy and time involved in the boo’ing process, she said it was all worth it when her daughter suggested they “boo” a girl who had a small circle of friends and might otherwise miss out on the fun. “Mom,” her daughter said, “I know she’ll be so happy when she opens her door and sees the surprise!” Truth, but not so sure about the mom!