Sunday, January 27, 2013

There is a fifth son in my home....

and apparently his name is Notme. I have never seen this fifth son. But I have seen the results of his handiwork, the evidence of his presence, and my other sons tell me about him all the time.

I ask, "Who left the milk out?"

"Notme."

"Who left their cup on the stairs? Full of water?"

"Notme."

"Whose turn is it to take out the trash?"

"Notme."

"Who put this dirty towel on my red couch?

"Notme."

Let me just say, as I've told the boys, when I do find Notme, he is in trouble for life.

Serious trouble.

1 comment:

  1. Hahaha - I think Notme must have visited my home too.

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