{"id":4120,"date":"2016-10-10T21:14:21","date_gmt":"2016-10-11T02:14:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/?p=4120"},"modified":"2016-10-10T21:14:21","modified_gmt":"2016-10-11T02:14:21","slug":"boo-pie-and-1-daughters-first-trick-or-treating","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/w0ep.us\/TM\/?p=4120","title":{"rendered":"Boo Pie and #1 Daughter’s First Trick-or Treating"},"content":{"rendered":"

This time of year always make me nostalgic. \u00a0It takes me back almost 30 years. \u00a0#1 Daughter was a toddler and #1 Son had just made his grand appearance into this world.<\/p>\n

It was October, 1989. \u00a0 We were living in a Chicago suburb. \u00a0MFH and I had purchased a little (and I mean little!) townhouse. \u00a0It was our first home \u00a0Our first mortgage. \u00a0We were sooo broke but we were having a great time.<\/p>\n

#1 Daughter knew one word. \u00a0She was 19 months old and was just starting to talk. \u00a0What word did she know?<\/p>\n

“Boo.”<\/p>\n

We had gone to our local library and they had a Halloween display put up. \u00a0It had the typical scarecrows, pumpkins and a few scary things as well. \u00a0I didn’t want her to be afraid of the display so we made a game of saying, “Boo!” to the scary things as we walked by.<\/p>\n

Seemed to work!<\/p>\n

That game, though, made her associate the word “Boo” with pumpkins because for a while \u00a0after that, whenever she saw a pumpkin, she called it a ” Boo.”<\/p>\n

MFH and I purchased a few “Boo’s” and we made “Boo” pie. \u00a0We tried to tell #1 Daughter that a “Boo” was really called a pumpkin but she wasn’t buying it. \u00a0It was a “Boo
\nshe would inform us quite firmly.<\/p>\n

She was a huge fan of Boo Pie! \u00a0Loved it!!! \u00a0Funny, that.<\/p>\n

This brings us to that first Halloween and her first time Trick-or-Treating.<\/p>\n

Our townhouse was in a little housing association so we didn’t have to go far. \u00a0I remember that night. \u00a0It was sooo cold! \u00a0I did face paint that year. \u00a0#1 Daughter smeared hers all over the place but she still looked so doggone cute!<\/p>\n

#1 Son wasn’t even a month old. \u00a0He had a fleece, hooded Micky Mouse zipper suit. \u00a0I bundled him up in that and put him in the wooden wagon. \u00a0I pained a little mouse nose and whiskers on his face….which he promptly smeared up, too. \u00a0Hahaha!!!<\/p>\n

#1 Daughter had a large, plastic pumpkin (Boo) Trick-or-Treating bucket. \u00a0We set out before it got dark, #1 Daughter carrying her large “Boo” bucket and me pulling #1 Son in the wagon.<\/p>\n

I’ll admit, she was downright scared as we walked up to that first house. \u00a0She didn’t really know what was going on. \u00a0The neighbor opened the front door. \u00a0#1 Daughter tentatively held out her “Boo” bucket and promptly said, “Boo!”<\/p>\n

The neighbor lady immediately fell in love and announced what a sweet and \u00a0adorable little girl she was and dumped fistfuls of candy into that “Boo” bucket. \u00a0THAT’s when #1 Daughter clued in to what Trick-or-Treating was all about. \u00a0You could just see it in her eyes. \u00a0It was too funny!!!<\/p>\n

After that first house, she walked confidently up to each house, knocked on the door and when somebody came to the door, she held out her bucket and said firmly, “Boo!”<\/p>\n

The neighbors, one by one, melted and were overly generous to the cute little girl saying, “Boo!” at their front door. \u00a0#1 Daughter had a racket going and she knew it!<\/p>\n

Because the temps were falling and it was just too cold to be out anymore, we reluctantly turned towards home. \u00a0Wouldn’t you know, that big bucket was full!?!<\/p>\n

She had scored and scored big! \u00a0 LOL!!!<\/p>\n

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