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24 March 2009 @ 11:35 am
Gullible. Me?  
You know I have a penchant for telling cute kid stories.

Well, I think they're cute. Sometimes. Most times.

But they've sort of moved from cute to maddening in the past few months.

As you the reader may or may not know, my husband and I have a very playful relationship. He likes to lurk in corners and surprise me, or trick me into thinking something that's just patently not true. Because really. I'm gullible. I take people at their word.

I know. Shocking.

But in the past, I've tried to do the same to him with varying degrees of results. I need practice on subterfuge. It's not a strength I have. In any case, I digress.

Yesterday, my dinner guests came for dinner 3 hours early, which sort of sent me into a tizzy; but I had to go pick up the boys minutes before they arrived at my house because Aaron has sprained his ankle (long story for another day). Ethan gets in the car, and immediately says, "Mom, I failed the TAKS (Texas Essential Knowledge and Skills) test."

Carrie. (thinking WTH!?) You failed it?

Ethan. Yeah. I got a 61. I'll still get to pass to 4th grade, but I have to retake it.

Carrie. ...

Ethan. Think Dad'll be mad?

Carrie. (looks at son as if to say 'that's a given')

**
At this point, I was floored. Ethan has ALWAYS been a straight A student in reading. He gets top marks on reading and writing. So I launch into test taking skills and re-reading everything before you start answering questions and checking your work, and he assures me, "Yeah, I did all that."

Well, I wasn't going to bring it up in front of our company, but when, last night, in the middle of dinner, Ethan says, "Dad, I have bad news..." I put my fork down.

And braced for the storm that was about to hit the dining room.

So Ethan tells him, and then... nothing. I look at Nolan and silently commend him for not exploding in front of our company, and then I see the smile on his face. At this point, I start frowning.

Carrie. You're happy about his 61?

Nolan. He didn't get a 61.

Ethan. No, I got a 67.

Nolan. (laughs) No, give it up, Ethan. Tell her what you really got.

Ethan. (puffs up) I got a 97!

Evidently, Nolan went to the elementary school and had lunch with Ethan today and they concocted this little ruse especially for me. Hardee har har. The next ten years do not bode well for my sanity OR Nolan's shins remaining bruise free, if this keeps up.

I gotta brush up on my pranking. That's for SURE.

Any suggestions?
 
 
I feel:: draineddrained
I hear:: No music. Must fix.
 
 
 
Sharlenemynuet on March 24th, 2009 05:17 pm (UTC)
What punks. I say you mess with their food.
Mala13oct on March 24th, 2009 05:46 pm (UTC)
They pulled this off in front of guests... Wow that takes some cheek! How about extra laundry duty for both father and son.
maureen: S pridemaureen on March 24th, 2009 06:10 pm (UTC)
Excellent! Practice your subterfuge by getting even. Though I like the idea that was put out about messing with their food, it's even worse if they just FEAR you have messed with their food. Or fear you have messed with something else dear to them. It's the fear you want to stir up.
slitherhither: slitherhitherslitherhither on March 24th, 2009 07:26 pm (UTC)
How dare they mess with your innocent, child-like trust! *is a bit huffy on your behalf* I guess you just have to assume they've inherited a Slytherin streak a mile wide from your husband. And yes--you do control their food. *heh heh* A little pre-emptive threatening goes a long way. Tell them you'll give them Veritaserum or something. Or *heh* write fics about them.
seegrimseegrim on March 24th, 2009 07:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, Carrie. What am I going to do with you? (Of course, you know, I would have been right there with you, so I really have no room to talk).

I adore your boys though. :)
I'm just me: Pogue grinairmidm on March 24th, 2009 07:53 pm (UTC)
*giggles* I say threaten to mess with their food. ;) *nods*
contessanatasha on March 24th, 2009 08:03 pm (UTC)
Mess with their food!

Or do what my Mum did once when my Dad and I were teasing her a lot.

She wrote a note saying she was running away from home, and checked into a really nice hotel for a week. We had no idea where she went, got daily phone calls so we didn't worry, and she got a holiday.
goeungurl: happygoeungurl on March 25th, 2009 03:07 am (UTC)
I also like the mess with the food idea but more than that--take Tasha's mom's holiday!!!

Thanks for the study break laugh.
Not a lady at all: hp: quote:sarcasmcosmo_jenny on March 24th, 2009 09:50 pm (UTC)
I guess these gentlemen live off PBJ sandwiches for a week in quick succession to a undertermined time of not having very fresh socks.....
dragonsangel68: HP - Slytherin processdragonsangel68 on March 24th, 2009 09:56 pm (UTC)
*sends you strength* The next ten years are going to be very long indeed. We need to get you practiced up in the subtle art of making them feel very afraid *ponders*

Congrats to Ethan!
Kate: Fools!mugglechump on March 24th, 2009 10:32 pm (UTC)
Apparently Ethan got a healthy dose of that acting gene. ;D Boys!
Kate: Dastardly Planmugglechump on March 24th, 2009 10:33 pm (UTC)
Oh! And a little starch in their drawers probably wouldn't go awry.
O Demanding One: Express: Oops!  Poohheyurs on March 27th, 2009 06:58 pm (UTC)


WOOT! You GO, Ethan! *beams*

*giggles* Sorry, Mum. You do need to practice up. There is definitely more to come. ;)