I came home from work to a quiet house. I knew that something was going on because the girls are almost always awake when I come in. I see that Scott has dozed off on the couch reading a book. I am surprised the girls are so quiet upstairs. I head up to look for them and see that they have gotten the tent out and set it it up. Strange, I don’t see them in here playing in the tent, oh well, I figure they’re in the playroom.
So I head to the playroom and find that they aren’t there either. Then I notice that the gate for the attic stairs has been set aside. Hmm…I head up to investigate. They had gotten into the wrapping paper and were wrapping presents for me, complete with bows and lots and lots of tape.
See? That’s my stack of gifts. I don’t know how long they were up there, but I guess it was a good long while!
They were so excited about the gifts and we had to pretend it was my birthday so I could open them. I had ooh & aah over each one as I opened it. I wonder if this means I don’t get presents on my real birthday?
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