Mother, May I?
I'm not sure if this painting depicts what I'm about to say,
but it's the "Mother" in the title that speaks to me...
We went to Costco the other day and bought two large containers of mustard
I asked him to put the mustard in the cabinet when we got home.
I went to get the mustard this morning for his school lunch.
No mustard in the cabinet.
So I checked the car.
No mustard in the car.
I re-checked the cabinet.
No mustard.
Where is the mustard?
These two containers are not small - they have to be somewhere...
I waited until my son woke up, and asked him, "Where is the mustard?".
He simply said, "They're in the cabinet".
"OK, go get them"
I followed him to the cabinet.
He showed me the mustard.
Where was it?
Apparently, yesterday, when he put the mustard in the cabinet,
the mustard fell into the big cardboard tub of oatmeal in the cabinet.
He knew they fell in there.
Nobody else knew it.
Nobody could know it.
He thought it was fine because he figured I would ask him to get the mustard for him when I needed it, and not ever get it myself.
Really?
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Toodles,
Binky
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