Stupid Criminal File

I have discovered that if nothing else, my son is a really bad liar and no where near a criminal mastermind.

After dinner last night, some of the kids were doing their reading homework while others were coloring at the table. I was in the laundry room right next to the table when I hear Sarah, “Awh, you’re gonna get in trouble, you got it on the tablecloth.”

Marty immediately denied with, “No I didn’t”. I turned slightly to see what was going on and there is my son; four years old, holding on to an orange marker and I see some orange on the tablecloth (vinyl, of course) between the two kids. Sighing heavily, I finished grabbing the clothes out of the dryer and come out to see what is going on.

Marty, still holding on to the orange marker, assures me that he “didn’t do it”. As I approach the table I can see that it is not just a line gone astray but something written on the tablecloth. I have to stare at it a moment and flatten out the tablecloth to read it. It read “martin dilick”.

Mr. 'I didn’t do it' wrote his own name and denies it with the marker still clutched in his hand. My son is either the worst criminal ever, or a future politician!

Atta girl!

I am not sure how we got to this point in our dinner conversation on Saturday but Paul interjected a comment on how someone we were talking about was "hot". Sarah rolled her eyes and I believe may have even 'tsk'ed when she responded:

"Daddy, how could you possibly think another woman is hot when you are married to my mother!"

I may be paraphrasing slightly because I don't remember the exact words but you get the gist of it don't you?

I love my kids!

Aaawww....

This is one for the tender hearted.

Mary woke up early on Monday and came into our room complaining of not feeling well. I knew that she was still getting over a cold so I told her to go back to bed for little bit and I would check her out when it was time to get up for school. She complained about a headache and a stomach ache but had no fever. I am really not one to keep the kids home for every sniffle, especially since both Paul and I work full time but I could tell that she really did not feel good. I tried to determine exactly how bad it was;

Me: Now Mary I need you to be honest with me because I cannot feel what is in your body, I can only see what it’s on the outside. You don’t have a temperature and you are not throwing up. How bad do you really feel?

Mary: Yeah, you can’t see what is going on inside because you are not in my body. Well, you are in my heart because I love you but that is different.

She said it totally honestly and was not just trying to sweet talk me which made it that much dearer to me.

Needless to say, she stayed home that day…