Boo!

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"Boo! BOO! Boo!"

"Hey, BooBoo, what's with all the ‘boos'?"

"I'm practicing."

"Practicing for what, he asks with trepidation?"

"It's almost Halloween. I'd thought I'd practice my ‘boos' to get ready for the trick or treaters."

"Ah, well, that does explain the round orange object on my desk that someone thoughtfully placed there."

"Brian, that round orange object is called a pumpkin."

"Not when it's been decorated with a supposedly scary face, it's not. Besides, pumpkins are for pie. Not that I would ever eat some."

"Sure you wouldn't, unless Debbie put a slice in front of you, then you'd have to eat it."

"That's called self preservation. Now stop changing the subject. Justin, this is a kid free zone. No tricks will be knocking on our door."

"That's trick or treat. And I will be helping out at Lindsay's while she takes the kids out trick or treating."

"Greaaat. Overly rambunctious kids high on sugar. I think I'll pass on that."

"Boo! Shit."

"Now what?"

"I thought I had my pumpkin carving kit here. I'm making jack-o-lanterns. I guess I'll have to use a knife."

"Uh, Justin..."

"FUCK! Ouch!"

"Let me see that. Justin, you've cut your hand. Come on, wash your hands, I'll get the bandages."

"Damn, what about the jack-o-lantern."

"After I fix your hand, I'll fix the pumpkin."

"That's..."

"I stand corrected, jack-o-lantern."

"Brian, what are you doing?"

"Kissing your boo-boo."

"Ohhhh. Boooooooo!"

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