After a rambunctious family night consisting entirely of Prophet Freeze Tag and treats, Eliza whispered conspiratorially in my ear, "let's put ice down Daddy's back!"
It's a favorite tradition in our family to victimize TJ this way. The results never fail to satisfy.
Because TJ anticipated our plan, we had to resort to a joint operation in which I sat on him, putting ice down his shirt, while Eliza put ice down his pants. Revenge and counter-revenge escalated into a full-blown battle, boys against girls. There was squealing, shouting, sprinting, wrestling, threatening, whooping, and laughing. Finally, we got everyone settled down, pajamad, and ready for bed. After family prayer, Eliza was giving TJ a goodnight hug when he yelped in surprise: she had slipped one final piece of ice down his back.
She laughs best, who laughs last.