Busted

Last night I was making supper [a gourmet meal of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese with Oscar Meyer cheese dogs] with Caleb helping me. And by helping me I mean he was dancing around the kitchen telling me about his day while I stirred soggy noodles in dry cheese.

We were talking about school and laying football at the playground when Caleb dropped a bombshell.

“I know you’re getting me clothes for my birthday,” he said.

“Your birthday?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’re getting me clothes for my birthday.”

“Do you mean Christmas? Christmas come before your birthday, ” I said.

“Oh yeah, Christmas.”

There was a brief pause. I always buy the kids clothes for both their birthdays and Christmas so it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know there’s a good chance he’s getting clothes for Christmas. So I really didn’t really think much of it.

But apparently Caleb couldn’t hold in the secret. He’s never been a very good liar. He blurted out, “Skyler showed me a list with presents on it.”

“What?” I asked.

“Skyler found a list on your desk,” he said.

“A list of Christmas presents I’m going to buy?”

“Yep,” Caleb chirped.

When Skyler got home from dance I confronted her. “Did you find a Christmas list on my desk?”

She put on her best Academy Award performance voice and said, “Nooo.”

“Really?!?” I asked with a raised eyebrow that said do we lie to each other in this house?

She sighed, “Yeah. It was on your desk.”

Getting ready for Christmas is just getting harder and harder as the kids get older and older. First I’m running out of places to hide presents. And now I can’t even hide lists in my office. Kids. *sigh*

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