Evie and my mom have been perfecting a new game they like to call, “Mischievious Fairies”.
The game goes like this: mom and Evie (well, mostly Evie) dress up like fairies, complete with wings, wands, and fancy dresses, and fly about the house causing mischief. Later, when someone discovers some of the mischief, Evie shouts out, “Mischievious Fairies!” For our part, we just have to go around finding mischief and saying things like, “Hmm, I guess some mischievious fairies must have been here!”
Evie is very anxious that we find all of the mischief, checking every few minutes to see if we’ve found everything yet. In fact, this time they left little calling cards that said, “Mischievious Fairies” next to each piece of mischief they were responsible for.
I have to tell you, I love this game. It seems counter-intuitive to enjoy a mischief causing game, but the mischief is surprisingly low-grade stuff like tying shoes together, hiding pajamas, moving the bed out a couple of inches from the wall, putting little toys inside of shoes, putting objects in unexpected places, etc.
In fact, I suspect that is the part of the game that is fun for my mom: how many different little pieces of mischief can they come up with while also not really doing anything that will cause real trouble? I am constantly amazed at the amount of mischief the fairies can get up to in a short time, and how my mom manages to keep Evie from causing any actual mischief. For example, we’ve never had any hidden car keys or damaged items. Every once in a while Evie will tell me, “Oh, I wanted to do X, but grandma wouldn’t let me.”
Let no one think that this is not a game of skill!