in her haste

Saturday night the kids and their friend were playing in the tent. They were drawing and whispering. It came to light they were conspiring to make ghosts & bats & such that would drop down on us in the middle of the night to scare us.

Scare us?

We'll see about that.

Greg picked out a song with some particularly spooky sound effects ~ screaming and the like. He played it on the backyard speakers. Within seconds the girls came running and screaming into the house.

And we played dumb. What? What's going on? What's the matter?

I know. It borders on mean. But oh, so fun.

Apparently, Zhoe misjudged the height of the zipper in her frightened scurry and left a little of herself behind. Ouch!

They declared they were not stepping foot back in the tent. We fessed up. We all still slept in the tent.