We went to the mountains on the Friday after Thanksgiving to cut down our Christmas tree. It’s a Tanner family tradition. After dinner, the girls and I were riding back to our sparse conference center hotel with the grandparents and Michelle blurted out, “I can’t wait for tonight!”
When we asked her why, she explained, “When Dad, DJ, Stephanie and I all sleep in one room, fun things always happen!”
I wasn’t exactly sure what she was talking about, but I did recall pleasant memories of the hotel giggles.
It was about 10:30 after showers and teeth brushing, and I suggested that we go to sleep early. We’d been up late the night before and up at 7 that morning. I was beat.
I turned off all the room lights but left the bathroom door cracked and the shower light on.
I lay down thinking I was through.
It took about 30 seconds for the hilarity to begin.
DJ jumped on me and Michelle and Stephanie followed. The tickle fight began.
At one point I “went to the bathroom” but in reality crawled on hands and knees between the two beds. When I thought they would least notice, I jumped up from the floor in my loudest scary scream.
All three jumped a foot in the air!
It’s so much fun to frighten the little ones. I think it’s a dad thing.
Later DJ and I convinced Stephanie that Eric Rudolph, the bomber who had hidden in the woods of NC for five years, was still on the loose and could climb through the hotel window at any given time. She didn’t like that and refused to sleep on the outside wall of the room.
I didn’t let it go on too long. Just enough to rile her up a bit.
Of course there were a couple of Dutch ovens (if you don’t know, don’t ask), and photos taken to Snap Chat at a later time (it was difficult to get internet access in the room – yahoo!!!)
Occasionally our family has moments of brilliance like this. No television needed, no computers or fancy games. Just Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum, Tweedle Doo and me, enjoying laughs with nothing but ourselves.
Oh, I finally got them calmed down at 12:30 AM, but I slept with one eye open. Twice when the room was nearly silent, and I in that nearly comatosed state, DJ snuck out of bed and scared the puddin’ out of me! I guess I deserved it.