When I picked the kids up from school today Skyler said, “Spencer, do you have something you want to tell mom?”
She totally gets that from me. Whenever I am trying to get the kids to confess to something before I call them out I said, “Do you have something you need to share with me?” About half the time they fess up. A quarter of the time they fess up to something I didn’t even know about. And the rest of the time they just ignore me.
I sat silently waiting for the big confession. I didn’t want to steal Skyler’s thunder. She was so proud of herself for snitching on her brother. And I didn’t want to scare Spencer off from telling me the horrible, terrible thing he had done.
Spencer went with the denial route. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
Skyler wasn’t deterred. “Don’t you want to tell mom about your behavior on the bus?”
Now I was starting to envision one of those nasty grams from the bus barn. The ones that include a handwritten note about how bad your kid was on the bus. And it always includes a nice pamphlet explaining punishments based on first, second and third offense. The bus police are pretty strict.
But Spencer still wasn’t giving up the deets.
Thankfully, Skyler felt the need to continue on. Never one to try to be in cahoots with her brother. They may be twins. But they are also mortal enemies. At least sometimes.
Skyler taunted, “I think you should tell mom about your cursing on the bus.”
Spencer was appalled, “What are you talking about? I never cursed on the bus.”
Skyler smirked, “Um, yes. You said the ‘f’ word. Several times. On the shuttle bus.”
They went back and forth for several minutes. Skyler calling Spencer out. Spencer flat out denying it.
It was clear Spencer was caught. One of the best traits I ever passed on to him was the inability to lie. Or at least the inability to lie well enough that anybody actually believes you.
Later he and I were on the way to soccer practice when I brought up the cursing conversation.
“So what’s this about you cursing on the bus,” I asked.
“I don’t know what Skyler’s talking about. I never curse on the bus,” he lied.
And at just that moment we hit a bump and the soccer ball that was sitting on his lap leaped up and smacked him right in the mouth.
“My soccer ball just hit me in the mouth,” he said.
“That’s what I call karma buddy.”