It was a half day at school because of exams. When Rebecca and I were let out at the bus stop, we racked out brains for something to do. Studying for tomorrows midterms was out of the question. Tasking was needed.

Over to Rebecca's house. She takes some unused stuffed animal's from her younger brother's room and we begin. We had a lot of fun jamming out the music and chilling. When we finished the toy, all completed without a clear direction in mind, we took them to her littlest brother. He seemed to enjoy them immensely, and was so cute!

Then Rebecca's younger brother came home from school, the brother whose stuffed animals we had taken. It was entertaining to watch the scene play out before us, like we were watching a sitcom or something. The younger brother happily submitted himself to the littlest one running up to him in glee to show his older brother his new toys. The younger brother crouched down next to the littlest one, using that high voice that people use with children, pets, and old people. Then the younger brother saw clearly the thing that the littlest was holding up to him. Recognition slowly dawned on his face. "What?" He started to say, and then Rebecca and I crowed for him to see the rest of them. When we had assembled all the toys in front of him, his astounded face spoke volumes. "You're terrible!" He began admonishing us, "absolutely horrible!" He picked up and examined his now Frankenstein toys, looking them all round to see our handiwork. "What did you do?"

The younger brother thought it was awesome, though. Never fear, he thought we were brilliant. He moved the toys around and half-played with them, admiring our skills. He still couldn't believe we'd done it; it was a large shock to him.

And so that is how we spent our afternoon tasking.


Update: Rebecca got in huge trouble over this (with her mother) and now has to replace all the stuffed animals. No more tasks at her house.