August 18, 2008
Fortunately for me the kids were already upstairs in bed. She had me sit down at the dining room table and then busied herself with menial tasks. That’s right she’s making me sweat it out!
This was an idea I came up with a few years ago when we caught Bobby sneaking back into the house. We’d sit him down, just am I, and delay the lecture. After about ten minutes of what he considered torture, he’d start blurting his confession without prompting!
Now here I sit as a victim of one of my own inventions waiting for The Lecture.