In the name of friendly service we plated chopped fingers for a nutty crunch of delicious grossness.
With frosting and sprinkles, cake and gummy worms, we crafted our best Halloween creations to begin the sharing of holiday Boo's . . . not to be confused with holiday booze. Though, once we went out, we did get some looks from strangers wondering if we had been boozing.
Under the cover of darkness, tradition came alive as our self-named BooBoos secretly placed our plated goodies on doorsteps, knocked and ran. {Daymia and I went along as drivers and plate protectors.}
As we were driving into town to doorbell ditch some friends, we saw a couple of cars at the entrance of Maverik that looked to be in trouble. We weren't sure if it had been an accident or just had a dead vehicle. Against LeRoy's complaining to stick with our initial plan of going to our friends house, the boys voted to take our treats to those who seemed to be having a rough night.
We pulled up next to the two vehicles and Levi hopped out of the van, complete with face mask and dark hooded hat, and proceeded to gangster walk over to the families. They initially looked shocked and immediately on guard as he approached and the first words out of his mouth were, "I'm not here to rob you".
The others jumped out of the van, except LeRoy who was at this point pouting and ornery that his troop went against his wishes, and I watched my boys hand over goodies, make the kids smile, and brighten two families lives with a bit of silliness. Later, I learned that it was the best Booing experience they've ever had. I was so proud of them for seeing a need (not that the families needed sugar but they needed a lift) and not hesitating to change their plans to fill that need.
It might seem that I'm giving LeRoy a hard time but he also learned a lesson. He can tell all of us as many times as he wants (and he does!) that "life is all about being flexible" but he was not happy when his children quoted it right back to him. Later that evening we talked and he realized that they are great at being flexible and at serving. We were both proud of them and taught by them.
We've been Booing with our kids for at least 15 years. I look at this couple and suddenly see us as the grandparents that we are. We are no longer those young chickens with chicks following behind. We are the old hen and rooster who have been in a few scraps. Though we don't leave our position as parents, we do tend to stand back and watch our own chicks spread their wings. Fly my little ones. You've got this!
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