The clever conniving began around 9am. Evil Genius (J.J.-the kid next door) was the mastermind behind the scheme. Mom and Dad's children were co-conspirators, all to eager to carry out the hijacking.
Evil genius signaled Oldest Son through the window to open the front door. Ringing the doorbell would have immediately alerted the unsuspecting, drowsy parents who had not yet sipped the morning caffeinated nectar. In hushed voices, the terrorist children plotted the demise of the typical relaxing Sunday.
Moments later, Mom and Dad were bombarded by three ultra hyper children chanting, "Can we go to the Thanksgiving Festival?"
"Huh? What? Where? When? Who told you about it? Could you stop jumping on the bed? You're too loud! Calm down!" the weary parents moaned.
And so the psychological tug-of-war began.
Dad fought using the power of nature. "It is raining and festivals are usually outside. We will all get wet. It might even be canceled."
Mom battled with duties. "This house would have to be cleaned up. You guys will have to take a shower. You haven't even eaten breakfast."
Boy of Eight countered each blow. "It isn't until 2pm. We have an umbrella."
Boy of Six used the age old, "But J.J. is going." (Ah so that was the mastermind behind this Sunday wreckage!)
Dad pulled out his big guns. "We already have plans. You guys are going to do a lot this Thanksgiving. You are going to Grandma and Grandpa's house Thursday. On Friday, Grandmother and D-Dad are taking you to Nana's house to feed the deer."
And then.....Only Daughter launced the atomic bomb, "There will be pony rides!"
Oh, the power of the pony. Dad and Mom knew they had lost. The Daughter's smile and twinkling eyes at the thought of riding her very first pony could destroy whole countries full of heartless men.
She did ride that pony. The children had their faces painted. Everyone left soaked and muddy. Even Mom and Dad had fun.