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Sneaky Parents

Today, due to a sinus infection and bronchitis, I stayed home from church. The entire family did, as hubby awoke with a serious migraine. We were like two ninety year olds, squinting and gasping for breath while shuffling to the bathroom. I swear that we are aging in dog years.

It could be the children. They are usually at fault for most things. I'll happily lay this one on them as well. Especially my son. You remember him? The one with the 'girlfriend'.

Son's pal called today and I picked up the phone. I decided to play a little game with him. Feel free to try this at home people. It's safe and you can really learn a lot from your children's friends because they are really not too bright.

Me: 'Hello?"
Jobe: "Hi, is Chris there?"
Me: "Jobe?"
Jobe: "Yeah, it's me. Big Red"

We call him Big Red because his hair is, well,

Me: "Hey Big Red, how are you hon? Did you guys have fun the other night with
Jobe: "The other night? Ooooh, you mean at the skatepark? Yeah, it was fun"
Me: "Was your girlfriend there too?"
Jobe: "Naw, she had to do so some stuff so she couldn't come"

Now, I must tell you one thing. I had no idea at all that Sarah (she of the caramel colored hair) had been anywhere near the skatepark with my son. However, Big Red assumed that I already knew everything there was to know and conveniently spilled his secrets to me.

Me: "So, um, Chris and Sarah weren't kissing or anything, were they?
(then I laughed)
Jobe: "Well, yeah! I mean, you should have seen 'em!"

It was then that he paused and may have had an actual thought pass through his curley red head. Wait a minute....what if she doesn't already know all this stuff?

Jobe: "So, can I talk to Chris?"
Me: "Sure! Hang on"

Then I yelled for Chris to come get the phone. When he took it from me I gave him my You Are SO Busted look. I handed him the phone and smiled, saying. "So, Sarah was at the skatepark with you. Interesting."

You should have seen his face.

Sometimes I love being a mom.


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