Morning: "WHO GOT THE CAT WET!?!" booms Mr B to a soaking wet lil brother who is dripping from the shower and standing there all innocent and perplexed in his towel. Now ain't that a mystery....
Later that day: Lil brother and I set out (against my will) to deliver the over priced crap from the school fund raiser to our victimized neighbors (which btw frosts my @ss that schools are pimping kids to sell cheap @ss plastic crap for exorbitant prices that not even the Russian Mafia would have the nerve to extort). Anyhoo... So we pass by a neighbor who is outside carving pumpkins with her kids and I wave and say a friendly greeting when lil brother announces in his booming voice, "THAT LADY DIDN'T GIVE OUT CANDY LAST HALLOWEEN!" Which made me squeeze his arm and hiss in his ear about keeping his trap shut 'cause I prefer to talk about people BEHIND their backs not up close and personal and in hearing distance.
Minutes later still circling the neighborhood:
"So who else did you sell this crap to?!?" I grouse, trying to decipher the list with names I don't know with no addresses.
"I sold stuff to de lady who does drugs," he informs me.
"What?!?" I stop in my tracks.
"Yeah, dat lady who lives dere." And he points to the house.
"What do you mean drugs??? And how do you know this ?!?"
(And yes, I get the irony of being concerned with where my child has gone a month ago. But whatcha gonna do???)
"Dere was cigarettes on her porch. I saw it."
Next year, I am paying lil brother $20 bucks to NOT sell this crap. Kids....sheesh!
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