So we are downstairs sitting on the couches, drinking the coffee I made from the beans The Cake Lady brought.
CL: The boys are being to quiet. We should check on them.
K: They’re FINE.
The fact that I am such a moron amazes me too.
K: Listen. We have nothing upstairs. Not even nothing dangerous. Just nothing.
CL: But we haven’t HEARD them.
The Baby was asleep but I decided to check on The Boy and His Lovah so his mother would feel better. I did the low crawl up the stairs and listened at the bedroom door. They were going on and on and on and on about nothing. I have no idea where they get it. We went back downstairs to go on and on and on about nothing.
K: I told you.
CL: I know you did, but I don’t trust them.
10 minutes later they came down the stairs. Without their shoes. Which, might I add, is something I NEVER would have noticed.
CL: Where are your shoes?
Harrison: I left them upstairs.
K: I’ll get them.
I raced up the stairs and threw open the door. My sinuses could not have cleared faster if I had stepped into the Roman baths. I raced back down the stairs.
K: Where is it?
The Boy: I don’t know, Mom.
K: Where is the bottle of Vick’s Baby Rub?
The Boy: Mom, what are you talking about?
Harrison: We don’t have it.
I snatched him up because he was closer and shoved his feet into his mother’s face.
CL: Yep. Where is the bottle?
Harrison: We didn’t do it, Mom.
K: Where did you put it on?
CL: Just tell us and it will be okay. We just need to know that you didn’t eat it.
Not exactly. It won’t be okay. I don’t care if you ate it. I just want to be sure that when I step into the bathroom, I won’t lose both feet from underneath me.
K: Yeah, what she said. Where did you put it?
Harrison: Just our feet.
CL: Good. Why did you put it on your feet?
The Boy: That’s where it goes.
Nana. We have Nana to thank for that one.
And the bottle is still MIA.
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