January 3, 2013

Don't worry, I confiscated their MDMA

My family still does Christmas stockings, and while the contents tend to run more and more to edibles lately, Vater always manages to stick in a little toy or two. Among this year's pickings were glowsticks, and I collected mine and Stan's and took them with me when I went back to work yesterday.

After sunset -- call it around 4:30 or so -- I took the twins upstairs and told them I had something special to show them. We closed the door of their room and turned off the lights, and I cracked the glowsticks for them. They were a hit, and we spent a while seeing in how many different directions we could wave them.

The novelty of this wore off a lot sooner for me than it did for them, of course, so I started to look for a way to make it more interesting. Their parents had left the ipod upstairs, so I plugged it into the stereo and started pumping out some Raffi. Dancing naturally followed.

About ten minutes later I realised this:

  1. It was dark
  2. We were dancing
  3. We had glowsticks
  4. There was loud music playing
  5. People were spinning around until they fell down
  6. Two-thirds of those present were not wearing pants

Though it would have been more (in)appropriate if I had first gotten them all hyped up on apple juice, I'm pretty sure that I just hosted a toddler rave.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

:-) (Vater)