While putting my 2-year-old to bed tonight, which is an ordeal unto itself, I heard the chatter and giggling of a few young girls outside the house. Their banter kept getting louder and louder and my daughter asked, “Daddy, wus dat?”
“Just some girls, sweetheart.”
“Oh.”
Well, at one point I heard one of the girls ask, “Should we ring the bell?” At that point, I knew a prank was about to bloom like boldness of the youngsters outside the house. Being already cranky because I had been sitting in my daughter’s room for about 40 minutes (including the potty break that invariably yields zilch), I decided to give the girls a little surprise.
I rushed downstairs and turned on the outside light, opened the door and said, “Can I help you girls?”
They must have been sprinters. (Heh! Heh!)
Anyway, averting the prank did me no favors anyway. I was still in the room for another 20 minutes until my daughter dozed off.
The moral of this story (for me anyway): Keep your running shoes on so you can catch the pranksters and make them pay by babysitting for you.