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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Ding Dong Ditching
Every year one of the kids' favorite traditions is Halloween Ding-Dong Ditching. They each get to pick out a family for whom they will anonymously leave cookies and a Halloween poem. (Of course now that I've posted this, it's not so anonymous anymore. So, if any of you dear readers have been past or become future beneficiaries, be silent and pretend you know nothing. :) ) Anyway, last night we let Amber go for the first time and she was so excited. Unfortunately, Bethany's chosen family did not answer the door and she had to retrieve the cookies to give to someone else. Amber was terribly disappointed by this and she puckered up her little lips and said, "Mom, doesn't Bethany get to be a ding dong ditch?" Only she said a different word that rhymes with ditch and starts with a "B". Well, of course hilarity ensued. I would just get the kids calmed down and they would ask Amber, "What are we doing again?" to which she would gleefully respond, "ding-dong (x)itching" and the squeals and laughter would start again. Ah, what a refined passel of genteel darlings I am raising. My how-to parenting book will be available in bookstores in the summer of 2010. :)
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7 comments:
I know exactly what you mean! We had the same experience with Rylie. As we drove back from the lake one day, all of her brothers encouraged her to repeat the word that rhymes with lamb! They laughed all the way home.
Don't even get me started on the Fuddruckers debacle.
Your post reminded me of when Sonya would ding dong ditch our neighbors at Victoria Place whenever Ty Detmer was there. She wouldn't even tell us she was going to do it. We'd be walking down the hall and all of the sudden Sonja would be running like a mad woman. It took me a few times to realize that I was about to be caught. I hated it when she did that!
I'll buy your book! Can't wait to hear the rest of the story when she tells her teachers and friends what she was doing.
Oh, I'd forgotten about the year of Ty Detmer. That was quite humiliating, wasn't it? Also, I've always figured someone out would probably have had a Fudrucker's debacle at some point. Of course it would have to be you, Lyssa.
I'm missing those genteel darlings! What fine specimens. I'm proud to call them nieces and nephews.
I would buy that book, absolutely! Although I'm glad I get to read your hilarious stories for free on the blog. Also, why did we not get cookies and a doorbell ring? Is Utah out of the ding-dong, uh, witch's jurisdiction? :)
HILARIOUS!
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