You see, a few years back we decided to host Samantha's entire grade for a Halloween Party at our house. After hours of planning and help from friends and family, we were ready to host a memorable night for the 4th graders. We had Fiona the Fortune Teller, a haunted zombie cemetery, Dr. Guts and the gross body parts, the mystery of the missing combine, apple bobbing and other games, and Ted even built a pumpkin catapult. During the pumpkin launching, my lovely little niece Eva came up and asked me for some toilet paper. I thought she might be referring to the toilet paper for the mummy wrap game and didn't think any further about it. I did have 30 fourth graders in my backyard and was somewhat pre-occupied at that moment. Little did I know what that five-year-old and her zombie family members were up to.
On went the party. We had a mystery to solve, so we loaded all of the kids onto a hayrack and headed to the farm to find our combine thief. As we pulled back into our front yard, I realized we'd been teepeed by the Zombie/Richie Family!...while we were in our backyard!...with our own toilet paper! Clever. A job well done, and I commended them for their efforts.
We took our time working out our retaliation strategy.