I can no longer be of service to you
Did you really think I could stop them? Silly plan. You wore me around your neck, believing that if you kept me close to your heart, you would always know where I was; the snacks would be safe; the presents covert; the candy wrappers, unopened. How silly. I only enticed them more to find out what was hidden behind those dark blue cabinet doors.
Did you really think I, a frail little key, could stop the same boys who at age 5, climbed on top of the van, and then through the rafters of the garage, and precariously pulled down treasure after treasure? Or the same boys who, at the age of 2, crawled out of their beds in the morning, went downstairs and pulled out the tub of ice cream, and began to “indulge themselves?”
I couldn’t stop laughing, while I dangled around your neck, the night you put your little boys asleep, and later discovered 20 Halloween candy wrappers all over the floor of their room. “I never heard them get up! How did they eat this and get back to sleep so fast?,” you said. It was the older brothers, my dear Susie, who tricked you. Oh, how they still laugh about that one, and me too.
Maybe you forgot about the day when you wrapped their presents in garbage bags and hid them in the garage, only to have them opened, with Christmas wrapping paper all over the garage floor. I tell you, SusieJ, they can smell presents. They know where they are, and I cannot help you.
I know it’s hard to get out of the house to go to the store with so many charges, so you like to minimize your trips, and buy in bulk. Bulk, to your boys, I’m afraid, means one thing: Feast. I’m sorry that when you pack their lunches in the morning, there will be no snacks left to drop in their brown paper bags.
Smart of you, when you abandoned my brother’s duty to keep the freezer secured. You spent more time looking for that key, while 5 o’clock loomed, while the meat sat frozen in the freezer, than my brother did protecting the cookie dough. You’ll just have to accept that tubs of cookie dough will always have dips from eager, mysterious spoons.
I’m sorry that they have found their Easter Baskets every year before the dawn of Easter morning.
You have given birth to climbers. They have figured out a way to climb on top of the cabinet, loosen the lock, and reach through the other side of the cabinet. So, my duty as the padlock holder is fruitless. The padlock is merely nothing but “decoration.” I hope you still keep me around your neck, as I so enjoy seeing what it is your boys come up with next. However, I’m afraid I will be of no real practical use to you in the future.
Good luck, as you will need it.
Your Master Key.
18 Comments
Mary Beth
This was so funny! I love the fact that they bypassed the lock all together. You’re raising a lovely bunch of cat burglars:) I read your all about me page – that was beautiful! It made me very emotional (which is not altogether good while at work).
Heather
Drat. So that doesn’t work either? All my great ideas for things are being shot down. I guess I should just lay down and let the kids run the place. Oh wait. They already do!
Kathryn
Oh, the little rascals!
Great post!
phyllis
ah…i keep the really serious stuff hidden away in my car or office;-) this was a great post, though, i was laughing all the way!
we were lucky, we only got a little dusting of snow. looks like you guys got slammed!!!! i am so ready for this winter to be o.v.e.r.
right now would be good!
melissa
yep, I have little Houdinis, too. Drives me batty. I just keep telling myself that one day they will use their powers for good….:)
SusieJ
I tried the car… they found that stuff too. I hate to be the bearer of bad news. So save, your money, and forget the lock and key.
It is good to know, really, that our children can figure a way out of just about any problem they’ll face in life.
Painted Maypole
ha ha ha ha ha
very clever, and informative. resourceful, those boys of yours!
Toni
Are the destined for the circus— or prison as professional burglars?? LOL funny!
(un)relaxeddad
We had our first experience of that the other day when dudelet ambled into the kitchen with a kind of small African instrument that we’d assumed was waaay out of reach. Evidently not. “Do you want to know how I got it down?” he asked. “Yes,” we said. No, we though. We’d rather not think about it!
imbeingheldhostage
Great post! Wait, are you sure those are YOUR kids? I think you’ve described mine…
My boys are the best birth control method known. A few more stories like these, and I will never let my husband close to me again.
melissa
i don’t even bother hiding any of the presents or candy, anymore. my kids ALWAYS find the goods…just like i did when i was young! like mommy, like child!!
love, love, love this post!!
xoxo
louann
I loved reading this! Very funny. Very true.
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