One of my kids sees dead people.
How do I know? Well, when I left the kitchen a few minutes ago it looked like this:
To my dismay, I can’t figure out which of my kids speaks with the dead. Could it be…
kid #1, who is currently eating ice cream on the couch? (Which, BTW, is in clear violation of house rules.)
kid #2, who is sitting next to child #1 with a huge bowl of freshly made popcorn?
or kid #3, who is glued in front of the computer with a mountain of Slim Jim wrappers in his lap?
None of them will fess up.
In all seriousness, is it that hard to close a cabinet door? The task doesn’t even require opposable thumbs. Even our cat could do it and, trust me, he’s not that bright. He thinks the $2 teddy bear I bought for him at Target is his baby.
Sigh. It doesn’t look like Bruce is showing up. I’ll have to solve this mystery on my own. After that I’ve got to take the kids’ bathroom towels to the psychologist. They keep jumping off their racks and landing on the floor. Suicide? Really? There’s has to be a better answer. The towels need help. I do, too.
Where’s Bruce Willis when you need him?