The inner child lives!

There he was...peaceful as ever. Not five minutes after we had gotten back to my parents' house in Wichita, my boyfriend, Tyler, had crashed out in what he's claimed as "his chair". His arms were neatly folded across his chest, his mouth was wide open, and as usual he was snoring. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do, but I just couldn't help it. With the help of my father, who was feeling quite happy from the many drinks he had consumed throughout the evening, we came up with a brilliant plan to mess with Tyler in as many ways as possible.

I must admit, I could have never done it on my own. I was a virgin to the world of tormenting sleeping people, but my dad seemed to be an experienced professional. To prepare me for the big event, he entertained me with stories of awful things he had done to his friends growing up. After the stories, I had found a whole new level of respect for him.

Now it was time for the good stuff. We started by putting Tyler's hands in water to make him have to go to the bathroom, but we couldn't agree on what temperature the water needed to be. I proposed that we put one hand in cold water and one hand in hot. That's how I had seen it done on many movies growing up. My dad, on the other hand, insisted that one of each would only make Tyler constipated, and it was suppose to be either hot or cold...not both. I knew at that point that I wasn't going to win the argument, so I watched as my dad filled a tupperware bowl full of cold water and walk over to where Tyler was. He got down on one knee, laughing hysterically, and slowly pulled Tyler's left hand free. He stuck his fingertips in the water and let them sit for a minute...still laughing uncontrollably. I stood by and watched, trying not to bust a gut from holding my laughter in. When nothing seemed to come of the cold water, dad emptied the bowl and filled it with warm water. He had just stuck Tyler's hand in when my mother came walking out of her bedroom. She was furious! She couldn't believe we were messing with my poor boyfriend like that and she demanded that we both go to bed. Still giggling, we both assured her that we were done with the water and she disappeared back into the bedroom, still very upset with us both.

After we were sure she was gone, we moved on to our next plan...cheetos. I had finally rustled up enough courage to do this maneuver on my own, so I grabbed a chip and tiptoed over to where Tyler was still sleeping. I bent down and started to stick it in his nose, but I had to stop because I was shaking with laughter. I composed myself, and then went back in for the kill. After I accomplished my goal, I headed straight for the camera. There was no way I wasn't going to get physical evidence of our work.

My mom shortly returned to the living room where she continued to yell at us to go to bed. We could tell she was getting serious, so we decided to end our fun there. I gave dad a kiss goodnight and after he went to his bedroom, I woke Tyler up and told him to come to bed. He had no idea what we had just spent the last 20 minutes doing.

We went downstairs and Tyler immediately crashed on the bed while I changed into my pj's. I turned off the light and crawled into bed. I kissed Tyler on the forhead and gave out one more chuckle. He still was clueless. I recapped in my head what my dad and I had just done, and then rolled over to go to bed. Tyler still to this moment has no idea what happened (until he reads this blog entry!), but I can only hope that when I reach my dad's age I will still have my inner child in me.