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Pencils really do fly ...

So in light of recent events ... I came home yesterday to a very crazy house. I swear my kids will be my undoing!

My lovely 8year old called me at work and asked me where a pencil was so he could do his homework. Now ... he has two very functional legs (they can get him to and from the fridge and cabinets w/ no problem). He also has two working eye balls ... (he can see right thru my little fibs about the Tooth Fairy).

I'm at work ... it is Monday ... and I'm having that late afternoon grumbly in my tumbly.
Me - "D ... there should be pencils in the top drawer of the computer desk. If there are none there, then you will have to wait till I come home."
 D - "I already looked there, I didn't see any pencils."
Me - "Well then you'll have to wait till I come home, do your chores and I'll be home after 4:30."
 D - "Yes mommy."

Now before I continue ... just to make sure that I have not been wrong for all of these years ... "Yes mommy" means "I understand what you are telling me to do and I will do what you told me to do without question." ... am I correct?

WELL ... I come home and my darling Hubby was upset because our entire street didn't have water (something with a cable company digging) ...

I come in and D and my oldest are standing in the kitchen watching as Hubby is pacing trying to figure out what is wrong. All we had to do was ask the neighbor ... she would have told us that she didn't have water either.

I calmly put my bags on the dining room table, pick up my panic strikken toddler and walk into the kitchen. "Honey, what's wrong?" ... He booms several comments in my general direction about the H20 not working and how inconvenient this is ... etc. etc. etc. and that we won't be able to shower, eat, brush teeth ... all the stuff you need water for. Kinda makes you realize that you need water for a lot.

It was at this very moment (bad timing) that I turned to D and asked him if he ever did find a pencil? What happend next is a blur ... but I will try to give you a mental image...

Hubby walks over to computer desk
D follows his every step and movement
D sees that he made a mistake
D tries to slyly grin in my direction
Hubby flings open the computer desk drawer
Hubby throws himself into the computer chair
Hubby begins to grab a pencil and toss it over his shoulder
D grins humbly
Hubby finds yet another pencil and throws it over his shoulder
D realizes that he should move out of line of fire
Hubby finds yet ANOTHER pencil and throws it over his shoulder
Mommy side steps that direct hit
Hubby finds yet ANOTHER pencil and throws it over his shoulder
Hubby (four) D (zero)
D proceeds to pick up the first pencil he sees
D sees that the pencil is not sharpened
D proceeds to drop it back on the floor
D proceeds to pick up the next pencil
D leaves the scene of the pencil masacare

Now ... if I have relayed these events to you correctly, would you have laughed at all of this?

 I will let you know that laughing is not the best answer.

I slept on the sofa lastnight.

(of course it was the sofa at my moms house ... she had running water)

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