Caught pulling a fast one…
I got back from Peru at 6 a.m. yesterday after flying all night just to be home to see my kids off to school. Every spend 5 hours on a red eye in a coach seat??? I don’t recommend it.
Anyway, rather than sleep, I wanted to spend time with my wife. We went to the groceries. As she went along throwing the usual into the cart, she suddenly stopped and exclaimed, “They don’t have the peach juice cans!” The peach juice cans are my son’s favorite juice drink. Apparently, other kids enjoy them as well as the space that they usually occupy was empty.
“Oh well, I’ll just get these apricot cans. They look the same, he’ll [my son] never know the difference”, she said knowlingly. Then continued on her quest.
“Are you sure?”, I called out to her. “He’s starting to read, remember!”
She turned and gave me “the look.” I instantly knew I had crossed the line into the “are you questioning my mothering skills?” area.
“I know he can read. I’m the one who taught him”, he said coldly.
Of course, she’s right. She is the one who taught him to read at the age of 5. He’s now 6 going on 7 so I’m sure my comment was a bit out of line. “OK” I replied and we went on. I assumed would be as absent minded as I am and will see a can that resembled what he’s used to drinking and think “close enough”.
Sure enough, when my son got home from school he went straight to the refrigerator for his usual afternoon snack. I was in my wife’s office helping her out on the computer. We didn’t notice that my son had crept up on us and was standing next to me when we noticed him. We turned to him when he began to speak.
“Mommy, why didn’t you buy my juice? The one you bought begins with an “A”!”
I gave my wife a quick glance with a smirk. She, realizing her son had caught her fast one, smiled and laughed.
Our little one is growing up…
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