Lest you think I am the only person in the family with brilliant ideas, the ChickieNob and Wolvog dreamed up bringing a chocolate cake to Josh's office and having him write a mock-angry email to the staff asking who left a cake in the lounge because it was now crawling with worms--and decorating the cake with GUMMY WORMS TO FREAK THE SHIT OUT OF A BUNCH OF NON-PROFIT DO-GOODERS.
They were positively gleeful, dancing around the kitchen, imagining the surprise of the staff as they encountered what we dubbed the Worm Cake. They were so excited that they were turning into Ed Grimley, running back and forth in the kitchen, breathlessly describing the revulsion and horror that would rock Josh's workplace while...um...I did the majority of the baking. They were so busy running that no one helped me; the deliciousness of their trick was unbearable.
They did curl up two gummy worms underneath the pool of "watery dirt" (aka, Leah's chocolate icing. Go bother her for the recipe because it is so damn good) and placed a few crawling on the top. And this was their creation.
Except the horror show that was to happen was never to be because the ChickieNob got a turn of conscience right before bedtime and cried over the idea of people being freaked out in their offices because they thought there was an army of worms on the top floor. And she wanted me to call her father and make him promise that he would tell his coworkers the truth. That it wasn't dirt and worms despite the overwhelmingly realistic evidence in the eyes of a five-year-old. It was just chocolate cake with chocolate icing and gummy candy. It was breaking her heart to consider the alternative that almost was.
Instead, her new idea before she went to sleep was to somehow coax everyone into the hallway for a giant, five-minute dance party. Dream big, little girl. She went to bed muttering, "they're trying to work. But I want them to dance. They are trying to work. But it would be funny if they would just dance."
And I am willing to put down money that she figures it out--that she somehow gets everyone dancing in the hallway, if not at the same time like a Coke commercial, then for their own five minutes of enjoyment.
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