A few days ago I noticed that my big guy had particularly minty breath, a large number of gum wrapper trash all over his desk, and a couple of pack containers. I thought nothing of it except, perhaps, "poor little gum addict." Then yesterday I remembered those packs of gum. I figured, "Hey, I'll be a nice mom and give them to my kids." You know, just a surprise gift for being awesome and all. Or if I were to take my own experience with gum into consideration I guess it was more of a, "I'll contribute to the corruption of my children."
Anyway, I went to my drawer, dug around, and only found one pack. One! Being the master detective that I am, of course I remembered seeing those packs on my big guy's desk. I stomped in there carrying the single pack I had found.
Me: "Did you take two packs of gum out of my drawer?"
Big guy: "Yup." The kid is a terrible liar, eye brows getting all twitchy and such. Thankfully! Suppose that's why he confessed so easily.
Me: "YOU DUG THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER?!?!"
Big guy: "Nope, I just got your gum."
Me: "Just so you know, girls don't like that."
And I left and went into my little guy's room and gave him the remaining pack of gum.
...I need to find a new hiding place!
Click here to purchase this painting/gift card.
Thanks for "liking" my blog posts!!