Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Who, Me?! It Was Him, Mommy!! No, Really!!!

On the way home from a doctor's appointment yesterday I tried to convince my children to help look for my 'life'.  My 17 year old daughter, who was curled up sleeping in the front seat (being 17, no fool, and having been sick all last week), muttered, "Yeah, right, I'm going back to sleep now."  My 14 year old son, the money bags of the family (no, really!, he saved up Christmas and birthday money year before last so he had nearly $150 to spend at an event... before that he saved enough to get a 'griffin' puppet at the local Ren Faire), said he wasn't interested in the $5.00 reward I offered.

Then he slyly said, "Hey!  What about giving me one of those calendars you made up once the new year starts?"  (they haven't gone up in the shop because CafePress hasn't switched to 2011 yet)  I thought about it and said, "We-ell, maybe.  It depends on how much they cost."  We dickered.  We finally came down to something from the shop, possibly even something made just for him with 'his cat' (Mister Kitten) on it, saying "Protected by Vicious Attack Cat: Mister Kitten".  When we got home, I reminded him about it, he looked for about five minutes and Voila! my life was in his hands.  "Where did you find it?" I asked.  He nonchalantly answered, "Oh, it was on your blue trunk on the corner."  My eyes narrowed.  "Do you mean the blue trunk under my bed where I looked at least three times already??"  He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess so.  I think Zaphy did it."  Riiiiiight.

"What?!  I didn't do anything!!  No, mom, really!!!  I's innocent!!"

 "I wasn't there!  Cross my paws!!"


  1. Oh I love it. It takes me back to not that long ago with all of my sons here at home.

  2. My pdoc mentioned something about that at my last visit. My son, who is the youngest, just started his Freshman year at high school. Dale's daughter left the roost three years ago and Jennifer will graduate high school this year (where does the time go?!). I will enjoy having an "empty nest" of just myself, my husband, and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Kitty Horde (which my husband professes to despise all while scritching them under the chins, but that has to do with some spraying on his bass amp!). After all, eventually there will be grandchildren to gas up and send home to their parents! ::grin::

  3. MOL!...Glad your son found your life for you!!...Hope you all have a fun Wednesday...kisses, handsome boys...Calle, Halle, Sukki

  4. So, your son is the person who knows where everything is in your house...At the Catio, it's me. If I had a nickel for every phone call asking "Do you know where?" I'd be living on the French Riviera!
    MomKat Trish

  5. It's good to have someone like your son who can find the things that go missing! :)