Payback

It has happened.  I am being paid back for all of my childhood miss-adventures. 

When I was young my siblings and I would take the cushion off of the couch, it was one of those cushions where the seat part and the back part are connected.  It also had a fabric material on one side and on the flip side it was like a vinyl material. 

We would pile tons of pillows and blankets at the bottom of the stairs, take the cushion to the top of the stairs, but the vinyl side down, sit on one part of the cushion and wrap the other end up over our knees and onto our lap. Scoot forward to the top of the stairs, slide down the stairs on the cushion and crash into/onto the pillows. 

Sure we would occasionally overshoot the pillows and land hard but who cares, it was fun.  Not just fun, but super fun.  And not just super fun, but it was FORBIDDEN fun.  That is right, we were not allowed to participate in this wonderful activity.  But of course we did anyway.

I just found my son and some of his friends sliding down the stairs in a big plastic bin that we use for toys.  It had a pillow in the bottom to sit on. 

I took the bin away from some little girl who is up playing with them, and gave her a "you better be frightened stare" and said NO!!!!  I then turned to Anthony, handed him the bin and said "NO!!!!"  And told him to put the bin away. 

I think all of the children present were thoroughly frightened.  They better be.  If it happens again, they will understand how mean I can really be.