Last night, I came home with K (from her dance class) to three VERY excited kids (A, H, and C) asking if they could have a cookie.
Me: Cookies? We don’t have any cookies.
Kids (jumping up and down): Yeah we do! We got Boo’d!!
Me: We did?
Kids: Yeah, just a few minutes ago! So, can we have a cookie?
At this point, I was giddy. Yes, I think I was more excited than they were. It was bedtime but I said yes to having a cookie because being Boo’d calls for celebration indeed!
Even Anthony couldn’t help laughing at my perma-grin. It was obvious that I was excited to see that it was working. It’s been several days since we originally Boo’d someone so I have no idea who Boo’d us.
We tore open the package and dove in. I handed cookies to B and C…
And THEN I remembered that I needed to take a picture. So, I snatched the cookies back up in a hurry (mean Mom moment, I know) to the detriment of my poor boys. I packaged it all back up the best I could and snapped a photo. Then I divvied out the cookies… again.

Ok, so the cookies are lookin’ a little backwards and it’s not nearly as pretty as it was originally but you get the picture. And we now have a cute little ghostie taped to our front door. So festive ;)
Now, the question is, who do we Boo this time? And what do we give ‘em?
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