We Love You, Brother I!

One night during Groompa Camp, Lisa, Sarah, and I were up late at the dining room table playing games while Craig was out making a grocery run. We'd begun playing while it was still light out, but as night had fallen and the game continued, we'd not bothered to close the blinds in the living and dining room.

As Craig came into the kitchen to deposit his grocery bags, he asked, "Don't you see what's happening on the front lawn? All those people out there? They're heart-attacking us; didn't you see them??"

Um, no, we didn't. Call us intense gamers, I guess, or blame it on the way the light reflects on the windows making it tough to see what's happening in the darkness just a few feet away, but we were clueless to all the activity happening practically under our noses.

A bunch of Craig's students were sticking plastic forks impaled with either candy or a note into our front lawn. It's called heart-attacking - to show someone you care about them by surprising them in some way such as paper hearts and notes plastered to a door or something else (in our case, forks, notes, and candy).

I didn't get a picture of the lawn the next morning before Craig and Trinity pulled all the forks up, but I did get a photo of the notes et al.

I often write about how wonderful my students are; looks like Craig's are equally so!