About two months ago, my precious children and I went out after dark for a little family-bonding time.
We sang songs, spoke of things eternal, and caution-taped a friends house.
Because nothing says "I love you" more than waking up to a yard full of caution-tape. And toilet paper.
Can I get an Amen?
At the end of our lasting memory making, we had some caution tape left over, and we believe in wasting not but, instead being good stewards of our things.
So we went to a Mercy Street staff member's house and put a wee, tiny bit of caution-tape around their house.
This morning, when I walked out my front door to meet Hannah for our morning walk, I found this.
A precious drawing my angelic children had done the night before.
I don't really know what it is, but I'm sure the whole mural they had done on the sidewalk was destined to become world renowned for it's color and creativity.
But right in the middle of it, in front of our door was this...
At first I thought it was another creation of my children but, upon closer inspection, I found that it was a giant pile of old dog poop with a homemade flag sticking out of it. "A little present from the Easter Bunny."
Well, there's no foolin' this girl. We don't even celebrate Easter with The Bunny. He doesn't bring us presents. And it's not even Easter yet. No. This was wrong. This was the dastardly work of someone evil, and most likely a boy because Heaven knows there's not a girl in this world who would dream up a prank like this one. Sickos.
What these pranksters don't know is that my washing machine totally broke yesterday and I'm on a tear. A tear with dirty cloths piling up by the minute and the ability to escalate a prank like none other.
They'd better keep their guard up 'cause after I head to the laundromat, and make a nice, well balanced dinner for my family, I'm gonna own them.
Somehow, I'm thinking that's not going to be the new slogan in the next Fantastic Four movie.