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SURPRISE! There Will Be No More Surprises

I love surprises. Even more than being surprised, I love surprising other people. Good surprises. I'm not really into the Jerry Springer type of, "Your father is dead and your mother's really a man! SURPRISE!" surprises. I much prefer, "We're going on a cruise and you just lost 10 pounds in your sleep! SURPRISE!" surprises.

You'd think that being a wife and mother, I'd have plenty of opportunities to surprise my family. And I guess you'd be right. I do have plenty of opportunities. What I don't have is the will power to resist telling them about the surprise before the moment of optimum freak-out potential.

I love surprises. Even more than being surprised, I love surprising other people. Good surprises. I'm not really into the Jerry Springer type of, "Your father is dead and your mother's really a man! SURPRISE!" surprises. I much prefer, "We're going on a cruise and you just lost 10 pounds in your sleep! SURPRISE!" surprises.

You'd think that being a wife and mother, I'd have plenty of opportunities to surprise my family. And I guess you'd be right. I do have plenty of opportunities. What I don't have is the will power to resist telling them about the surprise before the moment of optimum freak-out potential.

There is one perfect moment of when the revealing of the surprise will elicit the ultimate freak-out response from the surprisee. Bust out the surprise too early and then the actual occasion for with the surprise was planned will seem flat in comparison.

For example – I have a hard time not telling people what I got them for Christmas or their birthdays. I will sneak away to buy the present, wrap it up beautifully and then tell the person what's in the package. There's a moment of excitement as they hear about the gift and then a moment of letdown as they realize they will have nothing to open on their special day. I then feel sheepish.

It's a sickness really and I didn't even realize I had it until Dan pointed it out the other day. We were at Toys R Us buying new games for Mommy's Wii when I noticed that they have a Disney Princess game for the beloved system. Laylee loves the Wii but there are only a few games she can actually play and she is a total princess fanatic. "Easy birthday!" I thought and turned to Dan with a conspiratorial whisper, "Hey Dan. Wouldn't that be a great birthday present for Laylee? We should totally consider it."

As we approached the checkout lane, my excitement at this brilliant idea built to the point of explosion. Princess plus Wii equals pure joy! I turned to Laylee.

"Hey. Did you know there was a princess game for the Wii? There is. Isn't that neat? I bet you'd want something like that. Maybe you might get something like that for your birthday."

Dan's mouth dropped open. "Just go ahead and tell her what we're getting, why don't you?"

Oh.

Yeah.

There went that surprise.

What was I THINKING!? I guess I was thinking I was excited and I couldn't help spilling the beans. When I have a secret, I just want to tell it. At times I cannot physically restrain myself from acting like a 3-year-old. Magoo must have inherited that trait from me.

Then again, maybe I inherited it from him. I think I was much better at zipping my lip before I had kids. Maybe I've reverted and now we'll all grow up together.

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