Dead Giveaways

My children have all inherited both their father’s tender conscience and my transparency. Not sure if that’s fortunate or unfortunate for them. And so none of them can get away with much at all. Poor things. I’m noticing lately that each of them has their very own red herring that gives them away when they’ve done something wrong:

For Claire, she gets this very specific whiny tone. When she employs that tone, I can be 99% sure she done it.

For Adam, it’s teary puppy dog eyes if he knows he’s in the wrong. But actually he usually confesses before it even comes to that. He’s a tender little shoot.

And then there’s Ben, the inspiration for this particular topic. Benjamin has  historically been the trickiest one to indict. But lately, he has been doing something quite humorous to incriminate himself. When he’s the guilty party, he will cover his butt. Literally. He’ll walk in the room with his hands on his butt, and I ask him, “Ben, what did you do?” Poor little Pavlovian thing.

About cashclan

Lisa is a grateful, born-again follower of Jesus Christ who has spent her adult life on the Gospel in several global contexts. She is the wife of one wonderful, jungle-gym of a man, who is to her the single most ravishing piece of flesh on planet earth (stolen good-heartedly from Christine Caine). She is a dedicated home educator to their four beautiful children, ages 6 to 12, whom she would be happy to gush over any time. She is an avid reader and a storyteller, an aspiring writer, a missionary to the nations and a singer of His praises, a loyal friend, an obsessive-compulsive Googler, and comedienne extraordinaire on her best days. She would also like to think that she is a loyal and loving, truth-telling friend.
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