TATTLETALE, TATTLETALE

We arrived home on Sunday afternoon after being away after almost a week only to be greeted by a certain son who shall remain nameless (because he's even more private than his father).   Practically the first words out of his mouth were... "Hey Dad, you really should be monitoring mom's blog."

Of course right away Ian wanted to know just what I had been writing about. 

"Um...  just about how you thought those mirrors went on the floor."

"It was the way you described it."

"uh huh, you're right."

I was hoping that by agreeing, the conversation would end quickly and it would be forgotten.  

It seems I not only have just a mouse problem but a "rat" problem as well.

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL

My husband is a constant source of amusement to me.  He doesn't mean to be funny, he just is.  He wouldn't be so funny if he just asked a straight up question but he always tacks something on the end that makes me laugh hysterically which does not impress him, which makes it all the funnier.  

Ian (reading my facebook page over my shoulder): "What does lol mean?... lots of love?"  

Tonight we were in a home furnishing store and he spotted some huge mirrors and by huge I mean huge.

Ian: "Look at the size of those mirrors."

Me: "Those are the kind that sit on the floor."

Ian: "What?... really?... you put them on the floor and walk on them?  (This was asked in all seriousness).

Me (trying to contain my laughter): "No, you just don't hang them up, you rest them against the wall."

Right now, his back is turned to me and I am plugging my nose so he can't hear me snickering.