After buying J a shirt from the boys for Father’s Day, we get home and I started the whole, “Now don’t forget guys, that this is a secret. We can’t tell Dad,” talk.
Before I could get it all out, Gremlin grabbed his cheeks (in true Home Alone fashion) and yelled, “No! Please no more secrets! Please don’t ask me to do that because I can’t.” And the more he said, the faster it came out. “I have this pressure inside and it just can’t stay in because it’s a secret and I did horrible with your birthday and I told you it was a purse and I wasn’t suppose to so dad didn’t tell me what we got you for Mother’s day and it made me sad, but I just can’t do it, SO-PLEASE-DON’T-MAKE-ME-KEEP-A-SECRET!”
I just stared at him. And he just stared back…waiting for the shoe to drop.
Where the hey-hoo did that come from?!
I finally broke eye-contact, walked over to him and gave him a big ol’ hug. Some where in that hug, I heard a muffled, “I’m sorry mom.”
“Don’t you be sorry. You just try your best and if it comes out then it comes out. Don’t worry about it.”
Over my shoulder I hear his always-caring brother mumble, “Geez, you sounded like a raking lunatic.”
“Oldman…it’s called raving lunatic.”
“Oh….yeah, well a raving lubertic.”
“Oldman…a raving lunatic!”
Oldman smirking…”gotcha mom.”
Gremlin sniffles, “I’m not a lubertic.”
Is it too early for a G&T??