When I was young, my section in the family Christmas letter was always riddled with silly things that I had done over the past year. Things like eating gum off of the sidewalk, telling my teacher that one of our family rules was "we do not drink out of the toilet" (we didn't even have a dog), hiding from my babysitter and yelling at her that she wasn't my mom, burning my hair because I wanted a haircut, getting my finger stuck in a small hole in the oven door, etc. These funny events in my little life were called "Ali-Haps".
Last night I was told about an Ali-Hap that I don't even remember from a lady who used to be in our ward. I'm sure she won't mind if I copy and paste part of the email she sent me:
"...I thought to myself, I know [E. Busath], and [L. Busath], but I don't really remember Ali Busath...then I did remember something about you [...] Were you about 5 when you moved to San Antonio? Well, anyway, this is what I remember...shortly after your family moved to Tx I received a phone call--it was you inviting my family to your birthday party--which was several months away. You had gotten the ward list, gone upstairs with the phone, and started calling people on the ward list and inviting them to your party! Your mom was mortified--but she had to think it was funny, too!"
Classic Ali. I was a crazy, independent, silly, and impulsive. I always kept my mom on her toes. And now I'll probably have three kids just like me. Heaven help me! ; )