Chase, my jokester child, is three years younger than Cody and, at times, can drive me just as nuts. He is much like the Tasmanian Devil. Everyone knows when Chase walks into a room.
I found myself thinking about the many times Chase has played jokes on me. Here are a few things that come to mind...
I came home one time to find a trail of Skittles leading from the garage door, through the kitchen, down the hall, to a note he'd left on his bedroom door.
More than once he set the alarm clock in my Coca-Cola collection to go off during the night!
Another time, upon arriving home from work, I found everything from the toaster to the television, labeled with Post-it Sticky Notes.
Not too long ago Don, Cody, Katelyn, and I came home from church and found all of our kitchen cupboards wide open and the drawers pulled out. Chase had left his mark.
Several times Chase made his handwriting look so much like mine, I didn't notice until I got to the store that he'd added to my grocery list items like Oreos, ice cream, doughnuts and Cheetos.
He did the same sort of thing when I would write out menus for the week. He'd cleverly sneak in the junk he liked to eat such as: cheeseburgers, nachos, and cheesy fries.
When he was sixteen, Chase called me from his vehicle and lead me to believe he was going be late getting home because he was behind a horrible wreck (as he walked through the front door).
These are just a few of the things that come to mind. Chase makes up stories a lot! A few years back, he had his co-workers believing some sob story about me being an alcoholic and he had to take care of his siblings because he found me passed out all of the time. ( FYI- I do not drink alcohol.)
His most recent attempt to drive me crazy can be seen in the picture below.
I found this CD in my car. Like I listen to rap! Gimme a freakin' break child :)