Probably about time for another Grady escapade. We picked Lindsay up from Guelph on Friday evening. While she and her father were gathering her belongings, Sid and I waited in the van. That left Grady up to his own devices. His eyes alit on the huge recycling bin at the top of the driveway and he decided it would be brilliant fun to hide in it and jump out at his unsuspecting sister. First he had to get in the bin. Using his phone as a flashlight he checked out the inside to see if it was "icky". I guess it wasn't enough to put him off and he proceeding to attempt to climb in. I should say at this point I was telling him to cease and desist but he wouldn't listen. He wheeled the bin over to the neighbours side of the drive and proceeded to climb on their retaining wall to use it as a launch pad. It was soon evident this wouldn't work, as once he got one leg in, the bin would start to roll away, leaving him balanced precariously doing the splits. He called for Sid's help, and she was only to happy to oblige. I'm not sure whether her intentions were to help him or injure him, but suffice to say it didn't go well and Grady was forced to hide behind the bin instead. At long last Lindsay left the house and sauntered past the recycling bins, the moment Grday had been waiting for. He leapt out, but alas Lindsay didn't even flinch however she did call him a very rude name. Poor Grady all that work for naught.
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