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Diagnoses of Early Onset Alzheimer’s Averted: Lost Potatoes Found!

I had turned my face to our stove, set like flint, determined in my course. I was going to make hash-browns and nothing short of 100mph winds and a sideways rain of squealing lemmings was going to stop me. Or so I thought.

I’d carefully set the bag of potatoes upon the counter. All ready to go. And so imagine my surprise when I reached our mine hand for the spuds and found it empty. I looked everywhere in the kitchen, literally. No potatoes. So I zoomed over to where The Hunky Hubby and Sweet Boy #1 were working at camp.

Me: “Do you know where my potatoes are?”

Hunky Hubby: “On the counter by the stove.”

Me: “Not anymore.”

Hunky Hubby: “Ask Sweet Boy #1, maybe he moved them.”

Me: “Do you know where my potatoes are?”

Sweet Boy #1: With 6-year-old nonchalance while busily watering a tree with a garden hose: “Oh, they’re under your bed.”

Me: “Under my bed?” With gaping mouth and bewildered eyes.

Sweet Boy #1: “Yep, I tricked you.”

And they were. Mystery solved…apparently many more to come. When I have him figured out, I’ll let you all know.

Kristen

I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!

2 thoughts on “Breaking News

  • May 19, 2010 at 6:37 am
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    yeah, I feel for you kristen…Im just dreading when my kids start playing tricks on me……you see *cough* I use to plot and plan for days before I would pull one over on my folks. *shudder*

  • May 21, 2010 at 5:32 am
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    Yikes, but yep that sure sounds like Sweet Boy#1. Not planning for days yet, but he sure gets the job done with his current level of forethought.

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