Every year, Liv goes to a two-week sleepaway camp. Every year, we concoct ridiculous stories about what's happening in her room during her absence.
The first year was lame... something we couldn't prove with photographic evidence. I don't even remember what it was.
Last year, it was llamas. John emailed Liv, "Sorry to inform you that we've rented out your room to a farmer who needed room for his llamas." We tormented her with several other emails about what the llamas were doing to her stuff, and included a nicely Photoshopped shot of a bunch of llamas lounging and grazing in her room.
This year, a sharknado mysteriously struck only Olivia's bedroom. (Thank you, Facebook, for introducing John to the existence of sharknado.) It started out innocently enough in an email he wrote to her on the second day of camp:
In some bad news, with this weird weather and rain there was a sharknado that hit your room. So now it's full of sharks. I think mom may have some pictures.
Try not to worry about the sharks too much. We closed the door so maybe they will just go away. Otherwise we will need to Google for some shark traps.
I briefly mentioned it in my next email to her ("Daddy told me not to open your bedroom door; do you know what THAT's all about?).
Our friend (whose daughter -- one of Liv's BFFS -- is also at camp) emailed her kid:
Olivia's whole family had to have a sleepover here last night because all the sharks got out of Liv's room!
In the first letter from Olivia, she says:
Dear Mom, Dad, Bea, and Folly. I'm having a great time at camp so far. [...] P.S. TELL THE SHARKS THEY BETTER NOT EAT MY POSTERS OR ELSE..... >:-|
I had no choice but to respond with a Photoshopped picture of the sharks emerging from the sharknado in her room, and targeting the One Direction posters all over her wall. (Thank you to L & R for the fantastic job!) I added a bit of commentary:
Who knew? Sharks really like One Direction. Niall apparently tastes especially delicious. There was a lot of chomping and a few giant, contented belches coming from behind your door. It looks like they managed not to mess up your bed, though. Apparently they are pretty tidy sharks. If they were at camp, they might win cabin clean up.
I think they are getting bored and hungry. Your new Tiger Beat came in the mail today and they are begging me to slide it under the door.
Now that Liv's return is imminent, I needed a quick way to dispose of the sharks. Tonight's trip to the playground? Pay dirt. Tomorrow's email to Liv:
You know how your sister is about animals... she really, REALLY wanted to play with the sharks. Somehow they talked her into a trip to the playground. I have no idea how she managed to stuff them into the car without me knowing.
I *think* she might have forgotten to bring them back home. Your room seems suspiciously quiet and empty.