I never expected my in-laws to fall for my Easter trick—but watching them scrub my kitchen was priceless.
It started when Patricia and Carter’s sisters “asked” me to host Easter. Translation: They demanded I cook, clean, and fund an elaborate egg hunt.
I agreed—but with a twist.
After dinner, as they lounged, I announced a surprise “Golden Egg” prize for the kids. The winner? Their family had to clean up!
The kids cheered. The adults panicked.
“You can’t be serious!” Melissa gasped.
“Dead serious,” I said, handing her a sponge.
Carter, bless him, nearly cried laughing.
By the end of the night, my house was sparkling, and my in-laws? Let’s just say they’ve been unusually polite ever since.
