While Annie is having a lazy Saturday, sitting around and scrolling through social media, a video message from her mom pops up. As she hits play, Annie discovers that one of her father’s pranks has left her mother scared and alone. Annie rushes over to her parents’ house, ready to teach her father a lesson.
I didn’t think my dad would ever take one of his dumb jokes this far, but here we are, having lived through it. My phone lit up earlier today with a video message from my mom that made my heart stop for a second.
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw, and now, hours later, I’m still trying to process the whole thing.
Let me back up a second and give you some context on how everything went down. My dad is what you’d call “old school.” He has this grumpy exterior, like he came straight out of the 1970s and never quite adapted to life in the present.
He’s not a bad guy, but he can be ridiculously difficult to get along with. He doesn’t do heart-to-hearts or deep conversations. Instead, he sheds part of his grumpiness off when he’s at home and leans into his pranking nature. They are harmless, annoying little pranks that he thinks are hilarious but leave my mom rolling her eyes and sighing.
Most of the time, Dad does really stupid stuff like hiding Mom’s glasses when she’s looking for them or misplacing her keys right when she’s about to leave. These pranks have always been annoying, but nothing too wild.
Except today.
Today, Dad decided to really outdo himself.
I was in my little apartment about 20 minutes from my parents’ house. I was minding my own business, sipping on a soft drink and scrolling through TikTok, when my phone pinged with a message from my mother.
A video message.
The thumbnail was black, and all I could hear was her voice, which was muffled and kind of shaky. Like she was afraid of something.
That’s when I got a bit panicked. Mom wasn’t the type to send video messages. To be honest, I didn’t think she knew how to do it. Immediately, I knew that something was off.
I tapped play, and there she was. The camera was all shaky, and she was crouched in a corner, whispering like she was about to be caught by someone or something.
“Annie,” she breathed into the phone. “Sweetheart, your dad… he locked me in the basement. Can you come help me? He thinks this is funny. All because he wanted to eat in peace. I think there are rats or mice in the basement, Annie. Come quickly.”
What. The. Hell.
I was so shocked, I nearly dropped my phone onto the floor. Locked in the basement? He locked her in the basement? And it was supposed to be funny?
My dad, in all his “wisdom,” had apparently decided that the best way to enjoy his dinner in peace was to lock my mother in the basement. Just so that she wouldn’t remind him to eat his veggies during a precious football game? He truly didn’t care about his cholesterol.
I called her back immediately, but it went straight to voicemail.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up!” I muttered.
My brain went straight into overdrive. My mom never asked for help unless things were way beyond something she could do for herself. She was a woman who could handle herself. I mean, she’s lived with my father for years, so that had to count for something. But she was also a woman who was deeply afraid of the dark and confined places.
So now, she was locked in the basement and not answering her phone. Dad had really crossed a line with this one.
I texted her, but there was no response.
“Maybe her phone died, Annie,” I told myself. “She must be so afraid… and livid.”
I knew I had to get to her as soon as possible.
I grabbed my keys and bolted out of my apartment. I live about twenty minutes away from my parents, but I swear, I made it in twelve.
The entire drive, I was fuming, and I already knew how this was going to end. My dad thought he was clever, but if there’s one thing I inherited from him, other than his eye color, it’s the ability to come up with a solid revenge plan.
“I can’t believe the nerve of this man,” I said to myself as I turned into our street.
When I got to the house, I didn’t even bother knocking. I had my spare key, so I let myself in. As soon as I stepped inside, I could hear the muffled sound of the TV blaring from the living room.
Classic Dad.
He was probably sitting there, stuffing his face with steak. It was a home routine—Saturdays meant steak for dinner. Little did he know, I was about to teach him a lesson, too.
I headed straight for the basement. Sure enough, the door was locked, but the key hung from the hook next to the door.
I knocked softly, and Mom’s relieved voice came through the wood.
“Honey, is that you?” she whispered.
“Yeah, it’s me, Mom,” I said. “Hang tight, we’re getting you out of there.”
I unlocked the door, and when my mother stepped out, she didn’t even look mad. She just looked tired. But there was a glint in her eye, like she wanted to get revenge on my father, too.
“Dad’s still in the living room,” I said. “He didn’t even hear me come in.”
“Oh? He’s still enjoying his victory, then?”
“Yeah, well, that’s going to be short-lived, Mom,” I said.
There’s one thing about my father: he loves his “throne.” It’s a ridiculous electric recliner that he spent way too much money on a few years ago. He loves it more than any person in the world, which is sad and pathetic, but true.
The chair has heated seats, a massage feature, and even USB ports. He treats it like it’s something sacred in our home.
Naturally, I aimed my revenge at it.
I told my mom the plan, and she laughed nervously. We crept toward the living room where Dad was zoned out, still glued to his game, digging into his dinner.
I quietly unplugged his precious chair from the wall. And the best part? This man didn’t even notice a thing. Then, with my mom watching, I pulled a little tube of super glue that I had taken from the kitchen.
I smeared it over the chair’s buttons, still absolutely perplexed that my father didn’t register that I was in the room, right next to him.
After that, Mom and I went back to the kitchen. We sat on the bar stools in silence as Mom opened a tub of cookies for us to nibble on.
Ten minutes later, the game went to half-time. We could hear Dad shift in his chair and he tried to press the recline button. Nothing happened. He frowned and pressed it again, harder this time.
Still nothing.
“What the heck?” he grumbled, fiddling with the controls. Then, I saw it. The moment when the realization hit him.
He started pulling at the armrests, trying to get up, but his hands were stuck. His face turned from confusion to full-on panic.
“What’s wrong, Frank?” Mom asked, strolling into the living room.
“The darn chair is broken!” he complained.
“Oh, really? Maybe because you overuse it. But wasn’t it fine before you locked me in the basement?” Mom asked.
My father’s eyes widened.
“You didn’t… Wait! How did you get out?” he asked.
“Annie,” Mom said simply.
I stepped out from my spot in the kitchen, where I had been recording their conversation.
“Smile for the camera, Dad,” I said. “This is going in the family group chat!”
“You wouldn’t dare, Annie!” he barked at me, tugging helplessly at his stuck hands.
“Oh, but I would,” I said.
I pressed send, and the replies started rolling in soon. If there was one thing my father hated, it was being seen beyond his usual façade. He didn’t want people to see the real him. And this was him, an ugly person.
“I’m taking Mom home with me for the rest of the weekend,” I said. “You can figure out how to get yourself off your throne.”
Mom went upstairs to pack herself an overnight bag. I didn’t want to leave her with Dad. But I doubt he’ll be locking anyone in the basement anytime soon.
What would you have done?
Raising Rockstar Kids: Elton John’s Parenting Approach Focuses on Hard Work, Not Spoiling
Sir Elton John and David Furnish have been in a committed relationship for over two decades, raising their two sons, Zachary and Elijah, with an emphasis on humility and financial responsibility.
The legendary musician, who has released 32 albums and continues to be in high demand even at 73, has shifted his focus in recent years to his family life. Despite his busy career, he prioritizes his relationship with Furnish and their sons.
In 1993, John and Furnish began their relationship, and soon after, they turned their attention to starting a family. The “Sacrifice” singer reflected on his desire to reconnect with others after returning to his Windsor home, signaling a strong bond with Furnish.
Their relationship deepened over time, leading them to marry in 2014. The couple used Instagram to send out their wedding invitations, and the most memorable part of the day was involving their sons, who served as ring bearers.
John and Furnish have cherished including their children in their lives, especially given the challenges they faced in becoming parents. Their journey began in 2009 when they met a young boy named Lev at an HIV orphanage in Ukraine. Although they were unable to adopt him due to legal restrictions, they provided support and stayed in touch with Lev.
Meeting Lev made John realize his potential as a father, even though he had previously thought he was too old for parenthood. In 2010, their first son, Zachary, was born via surrogate, followed by Elijah in 2013.
Parenting has profoundly changed John’s outlook on life, and he and Furnish are committed to being hands-on parents, despite their busy lives. They made a conscious decision to raise their sons in a positive and supportive environment, instilling values of humility and hard work.
John expressed his deep love for his sons in a heartfelt letter, saying, “Zachary and Elijah, you are the greatest gifts I have ever received. You have brought meaning and joy to my life in ways I never imagined.”
While John acknowledges the privileged upbringing his sons have, he is determined to teach them the importance of humility. He has made it clear that he doesn’t plan to leave them his entire fortune, believing that doing so could have negative consequences. Instead, he wants to ensure they have financial security while remaining grounded.
From a young age, John and Furnish have been teaching their sons about the value of money and hard work. In 2016, John mentioned that Zachary and Elijah earned a small allowance by doing household chores. The money was divided into funds for saving, spending, and charity, helping them learn financial responsibility. As they grew older, their chores expanded to include tasks like keeping their rooms tidy, for which they were rewarded.
Despite their children’s unusual upbringing, John and Furnish strive to provide them with a sense of normalcy. The boys are not isolated in a grand mansion but are part of their local community. The couple often takes them out for family activities like going to the cinema or enjoying pizza, ensuring they have quality time together.
John is also committed to being present in his sons’ lives, making sure he is always on time to drop them off and pick them up from school.
In a rare social media post, John shared a special photo of his family, including close friend Lady Gaga. The image, which captured a tender moment, surprised fans who were struck by how much Zachary and Elijah had grown.
John once again expressed his deep love for his sons, writing, “Zachary and Elijah, you are the greatest blessings I have ever known. You have brought purpose and happiness to my life in ways I never envisioned.”
John and Furnish are proud of the loving family they have built and hope their children will always remember the love and support they receive as they grow up.
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