Well, apparently turning 30 doesn't mean that one matures a whole lot. Case in point: last night we had just finished up with our co-ed softball game and were getting some frozen yogurt with Jenny before she headed over to Chris' house with the little treat for him. Isaac lets her know that he is planning on toilet papering his house and she can help us out if she wants. (What? This is news to me. No. I am not 9. I don't TP people anymore) She wants nothing to do with it and I let her know that we will NOT be doing that if I have my way....which I will (yeah right). SO she leaves and we get in the car and start off towards Chris' house....there is no stopping Isaac--he wants to TP Chris and I can NOT stop him......oh, and now Jenny's car will see some TP because she didn't want to help. Mature.
He gets out while I stay in the car....then I get to be the get-away driver after he rings the doorbell and runs. Ha ha, funny. We drive the 20 minutes back to our house and Isaac is pretty proud of himself.
2 hours later (around 11:30pm) our doorbell rings and I smile to myself. I know it is them and I know that Isaac will be cleaning their payback up ALL BY HIMSELF. :)


Well played Chris and Jenny. I am sure Isaac is already planning his revenge.

