A couple of weeks ago Superkid set a trap for Pops that was never sprung. He took a small hymn book with an attached ribbon book mark and placed it high on his dresser. He then drew a scary picture of a bat and placed it on top. The idea being that Pops would unsuspectingly roam into the room and out of curiosity pull the odd string dangling from the dresser... and then all hell would break loose when the wicked bat would descend upon him.
Unfrustrated by his failed attempt to freak out his dad, Superkid went back to the drawing board. This time he picked on the littlest guy in the house. Saturday Superkid giddily pulled Pops into his "office" and said, "Look Dad, I set a trap for Tadpole." He then sweetly sang, "Tadpole... I am leaving my desk now..." and jumped down and ran from the room. (You will remember that Superkid's office furniture is the nightstand, where he stands, next to his dresser, where he works. Every chance he gets, Tadpole pulls the bottom drawer of the nightstand out and scampers up on top to be like his big bro.). The next thing heard was the quick STOMP STOMP STOMP of 18 month-old feet. Tadpole whipped out the drawer, stepped in and reached up to pull himself up and grabbed the diaper box TRAP which toppled over his head. Superkid, who had concealed himself around the corner, burst out into triumphant laughter. ...and he was likely encouraged by his father's belly laugh as well.
Encouraged by his recent kill, Superkid began making sketches for his Leprechaun Trap. His favorite plan being a cage that falls from the sky to capture the naughty little guy. When it came time to set the trap, I was too tired to make his complicated trap a reality and somehow sold Superkid on a lesser egg-carton-cracked-open-with-a-pencil design (not photographed due to the inferiority of the design). Well, wouldn't you know the rascally leprechaun that broke into our house spreading chaos and chocolate wasn't fooled by my sorry design, and to add insult to injury he actually left a cruel little note scoffing the fact. Superkid has not let this failure fade quietly into the memory of St. Patty's Days gone by. Trust me, next year we are going with the expert design, no matter the cost or effort involved.
A couple of weeks ago Superkid set a trap for Pops that was never sprung. He took a small hymn book with an attached ribbon book mark and placed it high on his dresser. He then drew a scary picture of a bat and placed it on top. The idea being that Pops would unsuspectingly roam into the room and out of curiosity pull the odd string dangling from the dresser... and then all hell would break loose when the wicked bat would descend upon him. 
After a particularly excruciating afternoon clean-up session, the kids proceeded to haul the toys back out again. I really don't sweat the toys strewn about the house most of the day but at 5:00 enough is enough. Upon realizing that the kids were about to undo all my hard fought doing, I told the kids to pick up the few things they drug out and they could watch cartoons until Daddy got home. Superkid jumped to his feet and speared the others into action (he's a BIG fan of Ruff Ruffman), about 20 seconds later he came and found me in the kitchen and knowingly said, "Is your idea to distract us so we won't make any more messes?" Guilty as charged.
