Today was my last bazaar (craft fair as you Indiana folk call it) so my husband took the kids to our Homeschool Co-op in my place. After my last box was loaded up and I was heading home from a long day of sitting and selling and sitting some more, my cell phone rang…
“Honey, could you run by the house of the lady that runs the Homeschool Co-op? I need you to pick up our American Express Card.”
“Ummmm, dearest? Why does Sally have our American Express card?”
“Well, Malachi took the credit card out of our office drawer this morning and at Friday school he told a little boy that it had $1000 on it but he would trade it for a piece of candy.”
“You’re kidding right?”
What are the odds that my always-serious husband had just grown a sense of humor? My fingers were crossed but God already parted the Red Sea once, I’m not sure if he’s up too making my husband a jokester too.
But, a girl can hope.
“No! The kid told his mom and the mom told Sally and Sally just called me.”
Sweat breaks out on upper lip…face turns a beautiful shade of frog-belly green…jaw drops to my sagging bosom. Not my best look.
Now I’m not only story fodder for every woman in the entire Co-Op but my son needs some serious training on the value of a good piece of candy. I mean really, not even the best chocolate in the world is worth $1000 a piece.
So our fun filled evening turned into a lesson on stealing, lying, and an in depth discussion on how important it is to learn these lessons while you’re still a little boy.
It might have also helped that we pointed out what happens to little boys who grow up without learning this lesson. Like, say, the exact proportions of a county jail cell or the lack of privacy when you have to use the little toilet sitting in the middle of the room.
I’m just sayin’