On Father's Day of this year, it was also my father-in-law's birthday. He passed away 4 years ago. W. was very close to his grandfather and misses him very much. T. and R. were so young when he died, but they are often told about him, so that we can keep his memory alive. In their rooms, each child has a picture of him holding them as infants.
The morning of his birthday, the kids drew pictures and wrote letters to grandpa. We then purchased two balloons and tied the pictures to it with ribbon. We went to his gravesite and sang Happy Birthday as we released the balloons. The kids were thrilled that grandpa's gifts were going to him in heaven.
Fast forward a few weeks. The toilet is backed up and on the verge of overflowing. I get the water turned off underneath, just in time. I give R. the evil eye.
"Must you put a zillion wipes in the toilet?"
"I didn't mommy!" She exclaims.
"Okay, then it must have been toilet paper or tissues."
"NO, wrrrrroooong again!"
My blood is starting to boil as I'm plunging away.
"R. what did you put in the potty?"
"Notes? What do you mean notes?" I asked, completely baffled.
"Me and T. wrote notes and sent them to heaven for the fishes!" She announced, completely proud of herself.
I swear those fish are going to haunt me for the rest of my life!