Now if you read my post from Day 2 of Santa's Bake Shop (Prank Gifting Your Kids), you already understand in part where this story is going. If you haven't read it yet, click here, and get the full background of what led to this next story. The only other info you need as a lead-in here is more of advice than background. That is, if you are going to repeat a prank, let enough time pass before you make a second attempt so the victim has had enough time to forget, hence given you the best result. It's no good if they cop on before the grand finale. Just sayin'. So on to the story!
As kids we never really got an "allowance" for doing chores. Instead we got, ya know, a roof over our heads, food in our bellies, clothes on our backs, rides to the mall, the occasional $20 bill to spend at our own discretion...the stuff we should be earning. However, as Christmas got closer, we could usually convince Mom to let us open one of the already wrapped presents a few days early. The "big" presents were always saved until day of, but Mom would sometimes let us pick one of the small ones to open early if we did a big chore. Usually one of the chores that we normally would complain and gripe about and probably to do half-ass. This was her way of getting us to do a good job on those dreaded tasks... Mama ain't no fool.
Around the time that Tara and I were about 11 and 9 years old, respectively, we got the brilliant idea to prank Kelly with one of these early present chore days. OF COURSE Mom was all about it and totally in on it. Tara and I wrapped something "super special," stuck a tag on it with Kelly's name, then set about the begging portion of this ritual, "Please, Mom! Can we please open a present for a chore? Pretty Pleeeeaasse!" I can't remember exactly what chores she doled out to Tara and I, but Kelly definitely remembers getting the worst chore of them all... vacuuming the stairs. I don't know why looking back on it now, but all three of us hated pulling that chore out of the jar (yes, we had a chore jar to make the assignments "fair").
After completing our chores we all gathered around the tree to pick out our gifts. The "gift" we wrapped for Kelly was pretty big, so convincing her to pick that one was fairly easy. You can imagine the shock on her face when Mom approved her choice, as normally you had to pick one of the smaller sized items for the early present. She was so excited to open this big gift and probably was thinking it was because she had to do the hardest chore. She ripped into the paper. Tara and I were dying of laughter. I'm talking on the verge of peeing ourselves.
There was a moment of silence as the realization set in that she had either been duped or was being punished. "What did you get, Kel?" Tara and I asked through fits of laughter. "Toilet paper," responded Kelly. Now, a single roll of toilet paper probably would have been a sufficient trick, but Tara and I had wrapped the giant Costco sized package of 30 rolls. As the initial shock began to wear off, and Kelly realized we were just being mean big sisters, she began to demand her right to open a different gift because there was no way this was actually her chore present. Mom said no.
I am literally LOL-ing as I write this now. The fact that she was denied another gift makes the prank so much more cruel. Mom vehemently denies that she didn't let Kelly open another present, but Kelly seems to have been traumatized and therefore her memory of this moment is pretty clear... down to the very detail that she had to vacuum the stairs for wholesale toilet paper.
Sorry for tricking you, Kelly, but you really did an excellent job all 22 of those stairs.