The 11-year old had a sleepover last night. My husband finally laid the law down at 2:30 this morning that they had to go to sleep...and yes, they were giggling. No underwear was in the freezer, but there was a definite threat hanging out there that the first boy asleep would get a marker mustache on his face...
As I cleaned up the aftermath this morning, I found three rolls of toilet paper discreetly tucked behind a chair in our front living room.
Hmm....
I immediately went to the window and looked across the street, knowing that my neighbors have a perfect TP tree in their front yard...
Nothing. Whew.
Several of the boys were still in the room when I bent over and said, "Aww..darn guys. Looks like you fell asleep before you got the chance to use these..."
The room got very quiet. It was all I could do not to laugh.
Finally, one brave boy asked, "You mean, you would have let us do it?"
I just smiled and walked away with my arms full of toilet paper. Because, come on- half the fun of going toilet papering is knowing you are doing something your'e not supposed to, right? I mean, if I actually gave them permission, wouldn't that take some of the glory out of it?
Oh well. I guess we'll never know. Because my husband and I have sworn we are never having another sleepover with that many boys- I feel like I was up partying all night myself, and my pantry and refrigerator are bare.
One day, I am sure my son and his friends will have their right-of-TP-passage. He will probably ding-dong-ditch too. There's a part of me that kind of hopes he does. I have some great memories of holding on to one end of the TP roll while throwing the other end over a branch. Our neighbors down the street got TP'd a few nights ago, and some clever kids came up with the idea to also cover the ENTIRE car with post-it notes. Like, you literally couldn't see the car at all. Genius.
Today' pic represents making memories, and the thrill of being "bad".
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