Covering Our Tracks

Here is a post for grown ups. If you are a kid, you should go ask one of your parents to read through this first. Actually, if you're a kid, you probably shouldn't be reading my blog anyway, because sometimes I curse and use bad grammar.



So go... scoot.



Last year, there was snow on the ground Easter morning. And we didn't want the younger kids to recognize our shoe prints. (Sometimes the kids are completely oblivious and other times they're really on the ball.)



So, mad geniuses that we are (not actually sure who's idea it was), we decided to rubber band some cardboard, bunny feet to our shoes. It worked until the cardboard started getting soggy, at which point they fell off.



It was fun while it lasted, though.



If we ever needed to do this again, I'd probably use plastic, maybe from a container of milk, though I suppose that would be rather dangerous in a slippery sort of way.



And I'm sure you all could have guessed it, but not one of the kids noticed the bunny prints. Oh well, like I said sometimes they're oblivious.