My kids, thankfully, are at an age that allows me to leave them home alone without too much worry. It is nice, on the rare occasions that I do some hygiene subbing for the dental office, that I can go to work and be reasonably certain that things will be fine.
On one of my work days last week, I came home to find this.
A scorched tea cosy.
A pretty obviously scorched tea cosy. Kinda hard not to notice, yet a week later, no one has stepped forward to explain just how the tea cosy that was fine when I left for work at 7:30 am, was looking like this when I got home at 5:30pm. Surely it isn't fear of punishment that is keeping the tongue tied; I am thankful that this is all that happened and whatever it was didn't burn the house down. And when I think about it, I am thoroughly amazed that the "innocent" party hasn't thrown his/her sister/brother under the bus.
Love,
Kim
3 comments:
This reminds me of the time (many, many years ago) when Benny's whiskers were mysteriously cut off on one side. As I recall, it took about a week for the kid to come clean. (He did it to observe them under a microscope!)
Five years later and the Diva still doesn't know how her bangs were cut off in kindergarten!!! :-)
-Wendy
Poor Patsy is going to get blamed for this.
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