Something Humorous For Your Monday

I've been away dealing with stuff lately. Some of it has been Stuff, with a capital S and some of it has been rather lowercase. The Stuff, I feel I can't really share here. The other stuff would just bore you to tears and make you wonder exactly why you chose to click over and read. So instead, I'm going to leave you with something that happened here last week that is still making me laugh.

Scene: My beloved and I are settled into our comfy chairs in the family room for the evening, watching Brian Williams deliver the national news. My children are all upstairs engaged in various pursuits: playing on the computer, doing homework, reading, showering, etc. We hear our eldest son knocking on our other son's door:

James: Sean, mom wants you.

My husband and I exchange quizzical glances, as I have not uttered any such thing.

Me: (in a semi-hollering voice) No, I don't!

James: (knocking again) Sean! Mom wants you!

Then there's the sound of Sean's door opening, shortly followed by grunts, muffled yelps, and scuffling, leading to louder shouts and bumps and thuds.

Sean: (laughing) You liar!

More scuffling, laughter, and dog barking.

Patrick and I look at each other with puzzled amusement.

Beloved: What's going on up there, boys?

Sean and James come racing down the stairs sounding like a herd of stampeding wildebeests, followed by a hepped up and wild-eyed Dumb Dog, whose tongue is lolling out the side of her mouth. Sean does a lap around the couch, followed by James who is brandishing a tube sock stuffed with a couple of other rolled up socks. Sean flops on the couch while James pelts him with the sock-stuffed sock and the Dumb Dog stamps her front feet and barks to wake the dead. Then James flops down next to his brother. They are both out of breath and grinning.

Me: Well at least it's a sock full of socks and not nickels or rocks.

James: Pretty clever, eh?

Sean: (looking at me and shoving his brother) Just so you know, if I don't respond to you actually wanting me, it's all his fault.

Me: Gee, thanks, James. More reasons for your siblings to ignore me.

James: (grinning evilly and waggling his eyebrows [a trick of which I'm envious]) Totally worth it.

Now whenever Sean is in his room and someone knocks on his door, he slides his phone under the door and takes a picture before opening. Smart cookie.

I'm totally gonna do this when I'm huddled in the laundry room with wine and chocolate hiding from the kids doing laundry.

Oh who am I kidding?! They'll never find me there. My kids don't even know where the laundry room is!