Tom came home on Monday afternoon and discovered his lighter missing from his jacket pocket. He told the child of ours that has a taking problem that he planned to search his room. With a tone of righteous indignation in his voice our son replied. “I didn’t take your damn lighter so you’re not gonna find it in my room. Your only gonna find a razor.” Upon further questioning we found that the razor being referred to was really a box cutter. Our son stated that he brought it to the playground with him because his brother was afraid of bullies.
For some perspective, we are only in our second week of Summer vacation. Iam pretty sure that by August, sanity will elude me. There just isn’t enough brandy in the world to get me through to September.