I Can’t Hear You. I Have A Tissue On My Head.


This post was originally written on March 7, 2009


1Tonight I walked into the kitchen with a tissue stuck to my head.

The kids were having smores (ahhh … life at your grandparents’ house!). They all started squawking and pointing, “Mom! You have something on your head!”

Totally deadpan I said, “No I don’t.”

The banter continued, however, I did not laugh or crack a smile. Just kept up the lie.

Finally, I said, “How did you know?”

The kids cried, “It was SO OBVIOUS!”

“Really? You mean I could keep lying and lying and lying and acting very serious, but it didn’t make you believe me? REALLY?”

Ah, the rolling of the eyes and moansĀ as it sunk in a tidbit … priceless.

(photo by David Lat)

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