Last night Addie was wanting to come up with a prank to play on Vince. We’ve decided to melt chocolate bars, put it on plastic wrap and put it in his bathroom. Yes . . gross but she was cracking up talking about it. We’ll have to keep the door closed to keep Rita out so she doesn’t wander in there and eat the chocolate so I actually mentioned the plan to Vince and he will act surprised (but hopefully not say a bad word!).
I was telling Addie last night about when we brought home some brown mustard in the little packets when Chad was about 9 and Vince acted like he had passed gas but . . ok . you know where I’m going with this. Vince had the mustard in a little bowl beside him, stuck his finger in it, showed it to Chad, then Vince tasted it . . ok . . that’s enough.
I told Addie the story and she was laughing so hard, she was gasping for air. Then, she said “Tell me that story again so it can be stuck in my brain and I can tell my friends in second grade.” Oops . . that’s probably NOT of a story to be telling to your fellow second graders.
Her parents are never going to let her stay with me again. She’s already told her mom that it’s so nice here . . we stay in our pajamas all day and never have to comb our hair.