Chewymom

Remember my previous post where I mentioned that it is not wise to mess with a master prankster? Well, here’s the deal.

Brig’s Developmental Program makes ceramics every year. Beautiful ceramics. They have an annual sale in December, and many in the community come to purchase pieces made by the students. The kids then take the money they earn from the sale and go Christmas shopping. Brig went on this shopping trip, armed with a list where I gave him hints for every member of our family. Upon returning, they wrapped up all of their presents and brought them home.

As he got into the car, I noticed that he had wrapped his brothers gifts all in boxes. Mine, Chewydad’s and Sally’s gifts were all in bags. Now, if you know anything about five-year-olds, which Brig obviously does not, you know not to put their gifts into bags. Wandering eyes find that waaaaay too tempting.

Sally’s gifts had been under the tree for maybe five minutes when she strolled nonchalantly into the den and announced, “I don’t know what I’m getting for Christmas. I’m just guessing. But I think I might get a Princess Barbie!” Uh-huh. Just a guess. Of course, that was exactly what was in that gift bag. Her brothers teased her mercilessly. She stood by her story that she didn’t know, but she was guessing, in spite of their reminders that Santa sees you when you peek at your presents, and he doesn’t bring you a thing on Christmas morning.

Enter the prankster. (That would be me.) And her cohort, Drew. We cooked up a plan. A hilarious plan. On Christmas eve, we planned to open our family gifts. Drew snuck into Sally’s bedroom, procured a headless, naked Barbie, and made the switch. When Sally excitedly grabbed the giftbag from under the tree and tore the tissue out of it, she SCREAMED! “HEY!!!!! THERE’S SUPPOSED TO BE A PRINCESS BARBIE IN HERE!!!! NOT THIS!!!” And she dissolved into tears. It was hysterical. I’m a cold-hearted Mommy, I tell you. Her brothers, trying not to wet their pants, laughing, asked, “How do you know? You didn’t peek did you?”

Finally, after what seemed like hours but was really about 30 seconds of her screaming, Drew went into the kitchen, got the REAL present out of hiding, and gave it to Sally. Who promptly calmed down and claimed she KNEW Drew was playing a trick on her the whole time. Because she peeked around the corner when he was making the switch and saw him. Right.

When I dried my eyes–yes I cry when I get extremely tickled–we resumed our gift opening in a calm, respectful manner.

That was so much fun, I’m wondering what kind of prank I can play next! Family, beware!

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