We’re in the midst of a HUGE tattle tale phase in our house. I’m sure you’re all aware of how this goes down.
“MOM! Braden…blah blah blah!”
“Mommy! Lanham…blah blah blah.”
I sort of tune it out. I mean you have to…It’s ALL DAY LONG!
Of course, there are always exceptions to the rule. Especially when the tattler is older.
And, for the most part, wiser than his younger (more devious?) brother.
So here’s the INCIDENT:
The hubby is the main check writer in our house these days. Don’t even say it. It just works for us to have one person writing the checks and it takes one more thing off my to do list.
Anyway, so I had to write a check for something last week and after writing said check I left our checkbook out on the counter.
B-boy decided to snatch it multiple times throughout the day. For some reason, each time I took it back from him I didn’t put it back in its super-secret-keep-Braden-out-of-it spot. Dumb me.
Why? Probably because I was juggling a million other things
The result of my laziness?
Hubby: “Oh, well look at this, Sabrina.”
“Oh, Braden got into the checkbook today…he’s trying to be like us…isn’t that funny?”
Hubby: “Well, one check would be funny…”
“The entire book…not so much!”
You see, Lanham kept coming inside and telling me that Braden had something he wasn’t supposed to…tattle, tattle, tattle.
It wasn’t until Lanham brought the thing INSIDE from the back yard and put it right in front of my face, that I realized I should have listened to Big Brother.
Lanham: “ MOM!! He’s NOT supposed to have this, right? RIGHT?!?”
Funny thing is that once Lanham brought it to me, I just took it from him and put it back in its proper hiding spot.
Never looked inside.
Then when D sat down to do the bills that night…well, you get the picture.
You have to admire B’s efforts to forge a signature though, right?
Braden, you little devil.
This child. He’s mine. All mine. In so many ways. Hee hee.Pin It