We have some traditions in our family that sort of happened. One of them has turned out to be phantom messages. The white counter top on the breakfast bar in the center of our kitchen became a message center years ago. Rather than leaving messages on scraps of paper, we used erasable crayons and wrote on the counter top. Since we rarely sat down at the table to eat, this island was the social center of our home; and if you wanted someone to get a message, you wrote it out on the counter. Often the messages would become works of art or literature. I regret not having saved many of these messages. One of our kids would create a limerick, tongue twister or a poem. Soon, another would add a verse or revise it--sometimes with ulterior motives. I remember a few lines that went:
How many steeds could weed seeds feed
if weed seeds could feed steeds?
Once, of the kids changed the grammar on a poem to make it incorrect. Another, seeing the solecism, underlined the error and wrote in the margin, "You can do better than this. See me after class."
Even now, though our children are away on their own, we'll occasionally have a message when we come home. Sometimes it entails toys arranged in disturbing poses--like Mr. Potato Head standing over another Potato Head holding a potato smasher.
Recently, my wife bought a 5'5" teddy bear at Costco and left it in our living room. A few days later, I walked in to the kitchen to find the giant bear seated at the bar with a jar of peanut butter, a knife and some honey. I admit I was startled--more than once. I would forget he was there, walk into the kitchen and see this stranger in the room. A few days later, I came home to find the same bear seated in the family room, legs crossed, reading a book about bears to all the other toy bears in the house. Other books about bears were on the floor--with the notable exception of the pigeon with his book, Don't Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late! (not as good as Don't Let the Pigeon Drive The Bus!) Whoever set up this scene knew that pigeon would demand a role.
By morning, the scene had changed again. This time, the bear was seated behind a tripod and camera--with all the stuffed animals lined up for their photo.
Apparently, they were hungry this morning, because they were gathered around the table of the grandkids' kitchenette. The big bear was reaching in to the fridge. Pooh has a huge bowl; Eeyore is on the floor, excluded from the group--and with only one piece of cereal in a spoon. Max, (from "Where the Wild Things Are") has his foot on the table and only his area is messy.