DAD! I got ribboned!

Yesterday, we helped our oldest child buy her first car. She’s a sophomore in college and the time has come when she really needs one. Plus we are, or at least she is, tired of borrowing the family mini-van.

Today, while she was at work, I placed several magnetic ribbons on the back of her brand new car.

[Car got ribboned!]

She hates those ribbons!

They are a big pet-peeve of hers. She always makes fun of cars that have them. The more ribbons, the more irritated she becomes. If the ribbons are haphazardly placed, she’ll complain, “At least they could line them up properly.” (Our OCD child.) But then again, she’ll make a comment if they are lined up neatly, or has some kind of pattern to the display. She rolls her eyes at the ribbons around the trunk key hole as if they’re trying to be cute.

So, we wondered how long it would take her to notice.

A couple hours later, I get this text message on my cell phone, “DAD! I got ribboned!”

I replied, “Huh?”

She replied, “Someone put ribbons all over my car. I called the police.”

I replied with the picture above with the caption, “Did it look something like this?”

I would have loved to have seen her face when she saw those ribbons.

Come to think of it, it would have been even funnier if she had driven all day around town with those ribbons on her new car before she realized it.