One Of Those "You Had To be There" Stories.

So on Monday Shannon, Wesley and I made milkshakes. Kind and caring older siblings that we are, we decided to hide that fact from Aislinn and Janelle, simply so that we wouldn't have to clean up the mess. And have some older sibling "bonding time". Right after we put everything away, just as we were beginning to enjoy our tall glasses of fudgy yumness, we heard Aislinn and Janelle coming down the stairs.

There was only one course of action we could possibly take.

We hid.

In the bathroom.

Those of you who have been to our house have probably seen the bathroom off the kitchen. The red one. The really really small one.

There we were, Wesley, Shannon, three milkshakes and myself, hiding in a small bathroom. We decided that in the case anyone should knock on the door, Wesley would be the one in the bathroom.

It couldn't possibly get any worse.

"Hey, Aislinn," we heard Janelle call from the other side of the door. "I set your cards up, come on and play!"

Which of course meant that we couldn't sneak out. They were playing rummy three feet away.

It couldn't possibly get any worse.

Wesley had an idea. "Hey, Janelle, did you put my laptop away?"

Shannon had a 'better' idea. "Hey, Janelle, can you ... Oh."

Dense as Ais and Nell can sometimes be, they suspected that something was not quite right.

That would be the point when Mom walked in the door, wondering why there was an alarming amount of laughter coming from the bathroom. Realizing that we couldn't hide any longer, we walked out to the sound of complaints regarding the fact we were holding milkshakes.

You really did have to be there. But it's funny anyway, right? Right?

Humph.

Cheers,
McKenna