I got an email from Muddy on Friday that had the subject line "Your Conniving Son" which I knew just had to be a good one......
Muddy: Ben, how about if you go on a hunt for missing socks, all around the house-- under beds, under tables, chairs, sofas? I'll give you a Sour Patch Kid candy for each sock.
Ben: Sure!
Five minutes pass
Ben: Here, Muddy!
One pair of very dust-covered sock handed to Muddy; Muddy doles out two SPK candies. Ben's eyes glow. He disappears.
Five minutes pass
Heard overhead on the second floor: the slamming of dresser drawers.
Muddy: Nuh-uh! Ben, socks from dressers don't count.
Overheard from second floor: ooooooooohhhhhhhhh :(
Minutes pass
Ben: Here you go, Muddy!
Two immaculate but mismatched socks handed to me. Very ornery look on face of Ben.
Muddy: Ok, Ben-- where'd you get 'em?
Ben points to the pile of CLEAN LAUNDRY.
Foiled again.
Ben: DARN!
2 comments:
HAHAHAHA! So it didn't occur to him to take the clean socks, stuff them under a couch and pull them on the floor, and _then_ give them to Muddy? Not that I'd do that, of course.
love,
Onkteb
another year or so and he will have it figured out.
Points for trying anyway
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