Many a time my son-in-law will turn all my bears upside down in the trunk they sit in because he thinks it is not right that a grown woman would dress her bears for holidays and seasons, let along even have a bear collection. He could have a point. I wish I could find the pix of all the bears in the trunk turned upside down with their 'bear' bottoms sticking up!
So the pranks continue as with the baby-head. The baby-head is a small baby head cut out of a magazine that mysteriously moves about from one senior picture to another. If one child sees it they tell the others in feigned protest, "eeeewwww, who gave me the baby head!" and so it goes.
|My son's Sr. pix w/o the baby head|
|and magically, someone has given him the baby head!|
So why am I not surprised when across the yard I notice something is different..... this is a sled that I hang on the side of my husband's garage until winter when it is time to throw a wreath around it, hang skates from it and prop it up by the front door. But something about it caught my eye from the deck.
I decided I'm not moving them! Maybe the bottle caps will become the outside version of "Frank" another childhood pleasure. Frank was a tiny Frankenberry magnet from the cereal box that moved throughout the house for years. Frank had to be 'hidden' in plain site. Whoever found Frank would secretly move him to a new spot and wait for the previous hider to realize he was gone and the hunt would begin.......there would be squeals whenever it was calmly announced at the dinner table that someone found Frank and had re-hidden him. Up they would want to jump to start looking while the latest hider of Frank would smile and have seconds!
The "kids" are 35, 32 and 31 now. The lesson to be learned.......remain a child at heart......I wonder where Frank is right now.....