Still working on the crazy living room boxes. While tidying I tossed Julia her doll.
“Here’s your baby… catch!”
“Ugh! Don’t hurt her!” she yelps.
Which made me snicker because I thought about my BIL. He took his daughter’s doll and hung it with rope, got his wife to take the Polaroid, and left a ransom note when she was little.
His kids are all grown up, and now he’s a grandparent who plays jokes and tricks on them instead.
Paul tells me about all the tricks and jokes he played on him and the rest of his siblings too. Those stories are practically legend now. Zooloo Monster anyone?
