I went on a run with one of the girls from my floor this morning and after we returned we decided to stretch before we went inside. We were talking about our families and telling different stories of the pranks we’ve played on them.
It made me realize that there was one I would really love to share.
It involves my beloved sister Rebecca, who is quite a few years younger than me, and one of my best friends Aubrey who is now hundreds of miles from me.
My Mom decided when I was in 5th or 6th grade that she wanted to redo what we called the “kids” bathroom. The walls were coated with ugly wallpaper that must have dated back to the 80s. I can still remember what it looked like, with purple flowers and blue patterns that vertically lined the wall.
Aubrey and I were in charge of peeling all of the old wallpaper off of the wall so that my Mom could prepare it for the new paint. My middle brother joined in on the fun and before my Mom said “Go!” we were stripping it off the wall. It had already been peeling and the task wasn’t too hard.
However, there were certain spots that wouldn’t budge. I don’t remember if I went to grab forks from the silverware drawer or if my Mom provided them for us, but I remember having the silver utensil in my hand and using it to scrape pieces off the wall.
10 to 15 minutes into the task my younger sister, who must have been about 6 years old at the time, wandered down the hallway into the bathroom to see what we were doing.
She stood in the doorway in her blue floral patterned dress (she was always wearing a dress during that era of her life), and she asked, “What are you guys doing.”
Aubrey casually answered, “Taking this off because your Mom wanted us to.”
Rebecca looked as if she didn’t believe us.
I can imagine the mischievous grin that spread over my face, and Aubrey’s as well, when we decided to step it up a level and see how far we could push things.
In a sarcastic and impish tone that should have been unknown to an 11 year old I said, “No Rebecca, actually we are destroying the bathroom wallpaper because we feel like it.”
Aubrey added, “Yeah.”
Before either of us knew what was happening, huge tears began to swell in Rebecca’s brown eyes and spill over onto the rest of her face. She ran back down the hall and down the stairs.
Aubrey and I on the other hand couldn’t stop laughing. We never stopped to contemplate that we might get in trouble for a teasing lie.
However, within minutes my Mom marched up the stairs, took our forks away and sent Aubrey home. Rebecca wasn’t the only one crying after that.
We tried to tell my Mom, “But we told her the truth before! We were just teasing!” She wouldn’t hear any of it and after Aubrey was out the door, I was sent to my room.
I don’t remember who took off the rest of the wallpaper after that. I assume it was my Mom, but the rest of the details about the bathroom being redone have escaped my memory completely.
I should have been sorry, but I don’t think I really was.
In fact, when I called Aubrey to discuss the story with her before I wrote about it we were both laughing all over again.